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.


Vilest of the sons of men,

Worst of rebels I have been:

Oft abused Thee to Thy face,

Trampled on Thy richest grace.


Justly might Thy vengeful dart

Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;

Justly might Thy kindred ire

Blast me in eternal fire.


But with Thee there’s mercy found,

Balm to heal my every wound;

Soothe, oh soothe the troubled breast,

Give the weary wanderer rest.


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