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3361.

[O that I the souls could win]

He which converteth the sinner from the, &c. —v. 20.

O that I the souls could win
Wandering in the paths of sin,
Pluck out of the lion's teeth,
Save them from eternal death:
Make the prodigals arise,
Lift to heaven their heart and eyes,
Near the pit no longer stray,
Cast their hated sins away!
O might I, to sinners sent,
Mercy's chosen instrument,
Bring them back who did run well,
Snatch them from the mouth of hell;
Snatch, as brands out of the flame;
Rescue them in Jesu's name,
Show the fountain in His side,
Lead them to the Crucified!
Jesus, Thou my labours bless;
Then Thy hand by me shall seize,
Plunge them in the sacred flood,
Wash out all their sins with blood:
Then they all forgotten are,
Countless though like mine they were,
Cover'd by the purple wave,
Buried in my Saviour's grave!