LII.
DEATH-BED HYMN.
Standing upon the awful brink,
Almost too faint to pray or think,
Thou who canst pain and fear control,
My God, have mercy on my soul!
A chilling gloom I feel within,
A trembling consciousness of sin;
Standing upon the awful brink,
Almost too faint to pray or think,
Thou who canst pain and fear control,
My God, have mercy on my soul!
A chilling gloom I feel within,
A trembling consciousness of sin;