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And must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day,
For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say?
Yes, every secret of my heart,
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.
How careful, then ought I to live,
With what religious fear!
Who such a strict account must give
For my behavior here.
Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful power 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.
