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O sinner in thy hour of ease
Thou wilt not seek thy God to please;
But when oppressed by woe and care,
Art ready with thy words of prayer.
God doth through every hour behold
Thy thoughtless life, thy heart so cold;
Thy time so wasted as it flies;
Thy proud refusal to be wise.
Wilt thou thy life to Satan give
And not till death begin to live;
Then to thy God thyself restore
When thou canst serve thy lusts no more?
Do not presume that God will place,
Thee, midst the trophies of his grace:
Those who through life his wrath defy,
Too oft in hopeless terror die.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 394 |
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