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This sin that doth so easily beset me— “My God! if Thou one moment should’st forget mel”— Not meriting, save that as judge He slay me;
 * A.nd on my face before my Lord I lay me ;

Yet, feeling that He did not wholly spurn me, But still would urge me, purge me, burn me, turn me, Again I cried “Oh do not, Lord, forsake me ! In mercy take me, break me, and remake me!

How can I tell it all 1 the way He found me, Forgave me, saved me, put His arms around me; He named me, claimed me, on His shoulders bound me, And carried, married, owned, enthroned and crowned me!