God of my salvation, hear, And help me to believe; Simply do I now draw near, Thy blessing to receive: Full of sin, 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 grace is always nigh: Now as yesterday the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be: 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: No good word, or work, or thought Bring I to gain thy grace; Pardon I accept unbought, Thine offer I embrace, Coming, as at first I came, To take, and not bestow on thee: Saviour, from thy wounded side I never will depart; Here will I my spirit hide When I am pure in heart: Till my place above I claim, This only shall be all my plea:
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