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What horror must invade the mind When the approaching Judge shall find, and sift the deeds of all mankind Now death and nature with surprise Behold the trembling sinners rise, to meet the Judge's searching eyes Then shall with universal dread The Book of Consciences be read to judge the lives of all the dead For now before the Judge severe, all hidden things must plain appear No crime can pass unpunished here O what shall I, so guilty plead? And who for me will intercede? When even Saints shall comfort need? In weariness You sought for me, and suffering upon the tree! Let not in vain such labor be King of tremendous majesty, save me oh source of mercy