AND UNDER THE APPREHENSIONS OF DEATH .

L ORD Jesus Christ, pass by my youthful errors,
And arm my soul to meet the king of terrors.
Take but away the sting, and I shall have
No fears of death, no horrors of the grave.
Lord, I appeal, as thy most humble child,
From thy strict justice to thy mercy mild.
O! thou that wilt not break the bruised reed,
Grant help and comfort now, in time of need.
Glory to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
I'll still sing here and with the heav'nly host.