Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 And when the final trump shall sound,
Among thy saints let me be found,
To bow before thy face;
Then in triumphant strains I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With praise of sovereign grace.
Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772