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Conviction of Unbelief.
If nought but unbelief condemns;
Or, which is much the same,
Binds on the conscience all it's sins,
And fills the soul with shame:
Or, which is much the same,
Binds on the conscience all it's sins,
And fills the soul with shame:
How is it that I seem condemn'd,
Who thought I had believ'd;
Have I thy righteousness contemn'd,
And thus myself deceiv'd?
Who thought I had believ'd;
Have I thy righteousness contemn'd,
And thus myself deceiv'd?
O let me be deceiv'd no more,
But feel my real state,
And know the ground I tread, before
The knowledge comes too late.
But feel my real state,
And know the ground I tread, before
The knowledge comes too late.
That being thus no more deceiv'd,
I may deceive no more;
But knowing whom I have believ'd,
Obediently adore.
I may deceive no more;
But knowing whom I have believ'd,
Obediently adore.
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Then shall I thank thee for the grace,
That shall my doubts remove;
My faith shall own thy righteousness,
My works be wrought in love.
That shall my doubts remove;
My faith shall own thy righteousness,
My works be wrought in love.
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