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[Ah, Lord, with trembling I confess]

If the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall, &c. —v. 13.

Ah, Lord, with trembling I confess
A gracious soul may fall from grace,
The salt may lose its seasoning power,
And never, never find it more!
Lest this my fearful case should be,
Each moment knit my soul to Thee,
And lead me to Thy mount above
Through the low vale of humble love.