Before whose presence, when my soul shall be
Of flesh and blood disrobed, I shall appear,
There to remain with all the great and good
That e’er have lived on earth; yea, and with spirits
Higher than earth e’er owned, in such pure bliss
As human hearts conceive not,—if my life,
With its imperfect virtue, find acceptance
From pard’ning love and mercy; but if otherwise,—
That I shall pass into a state of misery,
With souls of wicked men and wrathful demons.