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BOOK I. 1 POOR, weak, and worthless, though I am, I have a rich, almighty Friend ; Jesus, the Saviour, is his name, He freely loves, and without end.

2 He ransom d me from hell with blood, And by his power my foes control d ; He found me wand ring far from God* And brought me to his chosen fold.

3 He cheers my heart, my want supplies, And says that I shall shortly be Enthroned with him above the skies : what a Friend is Christ to me !

4 But ah ! my inmost spirit mourns, And well my eyes with tears may swim, To think of my perverse returns ; I ve been a faithless friend to him.

5 Often my gracious Friend I grieve, Neglect, distrust, and disobey; And often Satan s lies believe Sooner than all my Friend can say.

6 He bids me always freely come, And promises whate er I ask; But I am straiten d, cold, and dumb, And count my privilege a task.

7 Before the world, that hates his cause, My treach rous heart has throbb d with shame ; Loath to forego the world s applause, I hardly dare avow his name.

8 Sure, were not I most vile and base, I could not thus my Friend requite ! And were not he the God of grace He d frown, and spurn me from his sight.