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FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE
Faces of sorrow I will not see;
Voices that murmur will not reach me,
But where, oh where, will my spirit be
Five minutes after I die?
Naught to repair the good I lack
Fixed to the goal of my chosen track.
No room to repent, no turning back,
Five minutes after I die.
Now I can stifle convictions stirred,
Now I can silence the voice oft heard
Then the fulfillment of God's sure word,
Five minutes after I die.
Mated for aye with my chosen throng
Long is eternity, Oh, so long;
The woe is me if my sould should be wrong
Five minutes after I die.
"Oh, What A Fool," words hard, but true
Passing thee, Saviour, with death in view,
Doing a deed I can ne'er undo
Five minutes after I die,
If I am wasting salvation's day,
If I am flinging a fortune away,
Just is my sentence, my sould shall say
Five minutes after I die.
Thanks be to Jesus for pardon free.
He paid my debt on Calvary's tree;
Paradise gates will enfold even me
Five minutes after I die.
O Marvelous Grace that rescued me,
O glorious moment when Jesus I see,
O happy day when like Him I'll be,
Five minutes after I die.
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