At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners Lyrics – Willametta Spencer

At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go

All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow
All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies
Despair, law, chance hath slain; and you whose eyes
Shall behold God and never taste death’s woe

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space
For, if above all these my sins abound
‘Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace
Whеn we are therе. Here on this lowly ground

Teach me how to repent, for that’s as good
As if Thou hadst seal’d my pardon with Thy blood
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Willametta Spencer Lyrics – At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners

Willametta Spencer

At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners