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Years I spent in vanity and pride, |
Caring not my Lord was crucified, |
Knowing not it was for me He died on |
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Mercy there was great, and
grace was free; |
Pardon there was multiplied
to me; |
There my burdened soul found
liberty at |
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By God’s Word at last my sin I learned; |
Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned, |
Till my guilty soul imploring turned to |
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Now I’ve given to Jesus everything, |
Now I gladly own Him as my King, |
Now my raptured soul can only sing of |
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Oh, the love that drew salvation’s plan! |
Oh, the grace that brought it down to man! |
Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span at |
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