| Trembling before Thine awful throne,O Lord, in dust my sins I own;
 Justice and mercy for my life
 Contend; O smile, and heal the strife.
 The Savior smiles; upon my soulNew tides of hope tumultuous roll;
 His voice proclaims my pardon found,
 Seraphic transport wings the sound.
 Earth has a joy unknown to Heaven,The newborn peace of sins forgiven;
 Tears of such pure and deep delight,
 Ye angels, never dimmed your sight.
 Ye saw, of old, on chaos riseThe beauteous pillars of the skies;
 Ye know where Morn exulting springs,
 And Evening folds her drooping wings.
 Bright heralds of the eternal Will,Abroad His errands ye fulfill;
 Or, throned in floods of beamy day,
 Symphonious in His presence play.
 Loud is the song, the heavenly plainIs shaken with the choral strain;
 And dying echoes, floating far,
 Draw music from each chiming star.
 But I amid your choirs shall shine,And all your knowledge shall be mine:
 Ye on your harps must lean to hear
 A secret chord that mine will bear.
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