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402 Buzzard's Glory

When rising from the bed of death,
O'er whelm'd with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear?

If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My head with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought.

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