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Each soul I might have succored, may have slain, / All souls shall face me at the last Appeal, / That great last moment poised for woe or weal, / That final moment for man's bliss or bane. / Vanity of vanities, yea all is vain / Which then will not avail or help or heal: / Disfeatured faces, worn-out knees that kneel, / Will more avail than strength or beauty then. / Lord, by Thy Passion, -- when Thy Face was marred / In sight of earth and hell tumultuous, / And Thy heart failed in Thee like melting wax, / And Thy Blood dropped more precious than the nard, -- / Lord, for Thy sake, not ours, supply our lacks, / For Thine own sake, not ours, Christ, pity us.