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[How delightful, could I sin]
How delightful, could I sinAnd yet lose nothing—always win!
How much better 'tis to see
Sin is hurt and loss to me,
Soul and sin do not agree.
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And yet lose nothing—always win!
How much better 'tis to see
Sin is hurt and loss to me,
Soul and sin do not agree.