When rising from the bed of death, <br />O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear, <br />I see my Maker face to face, <br />O how shall I appear? <br /> <br />If yet, while pardon may be found, <br />And mercy may be sought, <br />My heart with inward horror shrinks, <br />And trembles at the thought; <br /> <br />When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed <br />In majesty severe, <br />And sit in judgment on my soul, <br />O how shall I appear? <br /> <br />But Thou hast told the troubled mind <br />Who does her sins lament, <br />The timely tribute of her tears <br />Shall endless woe prevent. <br /> <br />Then see the sorrow of my heart, <br />Ere yet it be too late; <br />And hear my Savior’s dying groans, <br />To give those sorrows weight. <br /> <br />For never shall my soul despair <br />Her pardon to procure, <br />Who knows Thine only Son has died <br />To make her pardon sure.<br /><br />Joseph Addison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-rising-from-the-bed-of-death/
