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Page 254 Thee for holiness I trust; Make whom thou accountest just: Thou for me to heaven art gone; Come, and take me to thy throne. "The covetous God abhorreth." Psalm x. 3. Misers, hear, by God abhor'd, Tremble at the dreadful word, While indulg'd with a reprieve, Curst, yet still on earth, ye live; Hate, renounce the sin ye love, Ere72 the judge from earth remove, Ere73 his wrath in hell ye bear, Want a drop of water there. "Hide me." Psalm xvii. 8. Hide me from the wrath of God, From the hell reveal'd within, From the soul-afflicting load, From the tyranny of sin: Bear me to that land of rest, Land of sweet forgetfulness, Grant me, Lord, my one request, Final, everlasting peace. "When I awake up after thy likeness, I shall be satisfied." Psalm xvii. 16. Unlike my God I cannot rest, For sin is perfect misery: But stamp thine image on my breast, Conform my hallow'd soul to thee: Partaker of thine utmost grace My soul would then be satisfied, As Moses, when he saw thy face, And sunk into thine arms, and died. 72Ori., "E're," but clearly used in sense of "before." 73Ori., "E're," but clearly used in sense of "before."