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[Most wretched of all the lost race]
O wretched man that I am! who shall, &c.
—vii. 24, 25.
Most wretched of all the lost race,
My burden unable to bear,
I yield to my utter disgrace,
I plunge in the gulf of despair:
Ah, who from this intimate hell,
This body of sin, shall set free,
My fulness of evil expel,
And save such a sinner as me!
The grace of a pacified God,
(Who gave us His Son from above,)
The virtue of Jesus's blood,
Applied by the Spirit of love!
My Saviour, I know, shall release,
My soul to the uttermost save,
And fill me with heavenly peace,
And ransom at last from the grave.
