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And wilt Thou pardon, Lord,
A sinner such as I,
Although Thy book his crimes record,
Of such a crimson dye?
So deep are they engraved,
So terrible their fear,
The righteous scarcely shall be saved,
And where shall I appear?
O Thou Physician blest,
Make clean my guilty soul
And me, by many a sin oppressed,
Restore and keep me whole.
I know not how to praise
Thy mercy and Thy love;
But deign my soul from earth to raise
And learn from Thee above.
