1 Let the world their virtue boast,
Their works of right'ousness;
I, a wretch, undone and lost,
Am freely sav'd by grace;
Other title I disclaim,
This, only this, is all my plea,
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus dy'd for me!
2 Happy they whose joys abound
Like Jordan's swelling stream,
Who their heav'n in Christ have found,
And give the praise to him;
Let them triumph in his name,
Enjoy their full felicity;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus dy'd for me!
3 Blest are they, entirely blest,
Who can in him rejoice,
Lean on his beloved breast,
And hear the Bridegroom's voice;
Meanest follower of the Lamb,
His steps I at a distance see;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus dy'd for me!
4 Jesus, thou for me hast dy'd,
And thou in me shalt live;
I shall feel thy death apply'd,
I shall thy life receive;
To bring fire on earth thou came,
O that it now may kindled be!
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus dy'dd for me!
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First Line: | Let the world their virtue boast |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1788 |
Topic: | Penitential |