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The Forgiveness of Sins.
While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyestrings break in death, When I soar through tracts unknown See Thee on Thy judgment-throne ; Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee !
A ugustus Montague Toplady.
CXLVI.
God of my salvation, hear,
And help me to believe ; Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive. Full of guilt, alas ! I am, But to Thy wounds for refuge flee ; Friend of sinners ! spotless Lamb !
Thy Blood was shed for me.
Standing now as newly slain,
To Thee I lift mine eye ; Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy Blood is always nigh; Now as yesterday the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be ;
Friend of sinners ! spotless Lamb !
Thy Blood was shed for me.
Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can Thy grace procure ;
Empty send me not away,
For I, Thou know'st, am poor:
Dust and ashes is my name, My all is sin and misery;
Friend of sinners ! spotless Lamb ! Thy Blood was shed for me. |
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