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Lord, pardon me before I die,
That I at peace with thee may Then shall I from the dust arise, Then see thy glory with mine eyes, Then, lifted up above the skies,
In that land rest where nothing dies.
THE SUFFERINGS OF JESUS.
"Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels?"
The armies of the heavenly hosts
Ah! wherefore then is God's own Son
Such was the Almighty Father's will
For us was numbered with the dead.
A full atonement now is made,
The sumless debt of sin is paid,
Now God from Heaven to earth comes down,
Expect him, O ye sons of light,
To come again with clouds in might;
The Lord is risen; ye deaf men, hear;