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1 Oft I reflect upon thy grace,
With tears of thankfulness,
Which call'd me from my native place,
The world's wide wilderness.
2 My precious time I vainly spent,
Subject to nature's sway;
My corrupt, carnal will was bent
Its motion to obey.
3 Thick darkness overspread my mind,
I stumbled in the night,
All my affections were inclin'd
To creaturely delight.
4 God saw me in this wretched case,
A slave to base desire;
And, by an act of special grace,
The brand pluck'd from the fire.
5 O may a sense of mercies past,
Stir up my soul to praise;
And whet my appetite to taste,
Thy larger draughts of grace.
Source: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #XC