Raffles
Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all,
Prostrate at Thy feet I fall;
Hear, oh hear the sinner’s cry,
Frown not lest I faint and die.
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Vilest of the sons of men,
Worst of rebels I have been:
Oft abused Thee to Thy face,
Trampled on Thy richest grace.
3
Justly might Thy vengeful dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Justly might Thy kindred ire
Blast me in eternal fire.
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But with Thee there’s mercy found,
Balm to heal my every wound;
Soothe, oh soothe the troubled breast,
Give the weary wanderer rest.