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Did ever one of Adam's race
Cost thee, my Lord, more toil and grace
Than I have done, before my soul
Could yield to thy divine control?
How great the power, how vast the sway,
That first constraint me to obey!
How large the grace thou didst impart
That conquered sin and won my heart.
Vile was my heart, deep plunged in sin—
A dismal den of thieves within,
Where every lust presumed to dwell,
The hateful progeny of hell.
A base apostate from my God,
I trampled on the Saviour's blood;
I scorned his mercy, mocked his pain,
And crucified my Lord again.
But lo! the chief of sinners now
Is brought before thy throne to bow;
Surely this mighty power from thee,
Can conquer all, that conquers me.
Hail, dearest Lord, my choicest love,
By pity drawn from realms above;
I wonder at that grace of thine,
That won a heart so vile as mine!
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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FEDERAL STREET
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| # 83 | F | | # 317 | F | | # 291 | F | | # 480 | G | | # 598 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 389 | G |
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