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"Child! fear thou Him Who is Thy God and King!" True weight and measure learned my heart from Thee; If blessings follow, then what joy for me! If naught but sin, all mine the shame must be, For that was not determined by the King. I hasten, trembling, to confess the whole Of my transgressions, ere I reach the goal Where mine own words must witness 'gainst my soul, And who dares doubt the writing of the King? Erring, I wandered in the wilderness, In passion's grave nigh sinking powerless: Now deeply I repent, in sore distress, That I kept not the statutes of the King! With worldly longings was my bosom fraught, Earth's idle toys and follies all I sought; Ah! when He judges joys so dearly bought, How greatly shall I fear my Lord and King! Now conscience-stricken, humbled to the dust, Doubting himself, in Thee alone his trust, He shrinks in terror back, for God is just-- How can a sinner hope to reach the King? Oh! be Thy mercy in the balance laid, To hold Thy servant's sins more lightly weighed, When, his confession penitently made, He answers for his guilt before the King. Thine is the love, O God! and Thine the grace, That folds the sinner in its mild embrace; Thine the forgiveness bridging o'er the space 'Twixt man's works and the task set by the King. Unheeding all my sins, I cling to Thee! I know that mercy will Thy footstool be: Before I call, oh! do Thou answer me, For nothing dare I claim of Thee, my King! O Thou Who makest guilt to disappear, My help, my hope, my rock, I will not fear; Though Thou the body hold in dungeon drear, The soul has found the palace of the King. MOSES B. NACHMAN. To The Soul O thou, who springest gloriously From thy Creator's fountain blest, Arise, depart, for this is not thy rest! The way is long, thou must prepared be, Thy Maker bids thee seek thy goal-- Return then to thy rest, my soul, For bountifully has God dealt with thee. Behold! I am a stranger here, My days like fleeting shadows seem. When wilt thou, if not now, thy life redeem? And when thou seek'st thy Maker have no fear, For if thou have but purified Thy heart from stain of sin and pride, Thy righteous deeds to Him shall draw thee near.
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