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My soul the awful hour will come Apace




My soul! the awful hour will come,
Apace it hastens on,
To bear this body to the tomb,
And thee to scenes unknown.


My heart, long labouring with its cares,
Shall pant and sink away;
And you, mine eyelids, soon shall close,
On the last glimmering ray.


Whence in that hour shall I derive
A cordial for my pain,
When, if earth’s monarchs were my friends,
Those friends would weep in vain?


Great King of nature and of grace!
To thee my spirit flies,
And opens all its deep distress
Before thy pitying eyes.


All its desires to thee are known,
And every secret fear;
The meaning of each broken groan
Is noticed by thine ear.


O fix me by that mighty power
Which to such love belongs,
Where darkness veils the eyes no more,
And sighs are changed to songs.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Ps 38;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1851# 455
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