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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!
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.
(Who gave us His Son from above,)
The virtue of Jesus's blood,
Applied by the Spirit of love!
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My soul to the uttermost save,
And fill me with heavenly peace,
And ransom at last from the grave.
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