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CONVICTION AND CONVERSION.
2 This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord,
Could rush with violence on to sin,
In presence of thy sword.
3 How often have I stood
A rebel to the skies,
And yet, and yet, O matchless grace
Thy thunder silent lies I
4 O’ercome by dying love,
Here at thy cross I lie,
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and die.
5 ‘ Rise,’ says the Saviour, ‘ rise ;
Behold my wounded veins ;
Here flows a sacred crimson flood,
To wash away thy stains.’
6 See, God is reconciled;
Behold his smiling face ;
Let joyful cherubs clap their wings,
And sound aloud his grace.
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The penitent pleading for pardon.
1 CHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
O Let a repenting sinner live :
Are not thy mercies large and free ?
May not a sinner trust in thee ?
2 My crimes are great but can’t surpass
The power and glory of thy grace ;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard’ning love be found.
3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean:
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