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And must I be to judgment bro’t,
And answer in that day,
For ev’ry vain and idle thought,
And ev’ry word I say?

Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful pow’r bestow;
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.

If now Thou standest at the door,
O let me feel Thee near!
And make my peace with God, before
I at Thy bar appear.