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Behold, I Am Vile!


 

 

 

O LORD, how vile am I,

unholy and unclean!

How can I dare to venture nigh

with such a load of sin?

 

Is this polluted heart

a dwelling fit for Thee?

Swarming, alas! In every part,

what evils do I see!

 

If I attempt to pray,

and lisp Thy holy name,

my thoughts are hurried soon away,

I know not where I am.

 

If in Thy word I look,

such darkness fills my mind,

I only read a sealed book,

nut no relief can find.

 

Thy Gospel oft I hear,

but hear it still in vain;

Without desire, or love, or fear,

I like a stone remain.

 

Myself can hardly bear

this wretched heart of mine;

how hateful then it must appear

to those pure eyes of Thine.

 

And must I then indeed

sink in despair and die?

fain would I hope that Thou didst bleed

for such a wretch as I.

 

That blood which Thou hast spilt,

that grace which is Thine own,

can cleanse the vilest sinner’s guilt,

and soften hearts of stone.

 

Low at Thy feet I bow,

oh pity and forgive;

here will I lie, and wait till Thou

shalt bid me rise and live.

By Rev. J.Newton


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