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The Lord in the Day
Of his Anger, did lay Our Sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.
For you and for me,
He pray'd on the Tree,
Then, tho’ we Weeping Sow,
And tears our Hours Employ, We know we shall return again,
And bring our Sheaves with Joy : Our Life, now hid with Christ,
With him shall roon appear, And we array'd in all his Light,
Shall meet him in the Air,
O, to Grace, what mighty Debtors !
We'll never cease repeating
"Till we attain the Image
When, like loft Sheep, we wander'd wide,