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1 My gracious, loving Lord, To thee what shall I say? Well may I tremble at thy word, And scarce presume to pray. 2 Ten thousand wants have I; Alas! I all things want! But thou hast bid me always cry, And never, never faint. 3 Yet Lord, well might I fear, Fear e'en to ask thy grace, So oft have I, alas! drawn near, And mock'd thee to thy face. 4 With all pollution stain'd, Thy hallow'd courts I trod; Thy name and temple I profan'd, And dar'd to call thee God! 5 Nigh with my lips I drew: My lips were all unclean; Thee with my heat I never knew; My heart was full of sin. 6 Far from the living Lord, Far, far from God and heav'n, Thy purity I still abhorr'd, Nor look'd to be forgiv'n. | The Cyber Hymnal #11613 A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #189 (1845) Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #278 (1828) |