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Pity a helpless sinner, Lord,
Who would believe Thy gracious word,
But own my heart with shame and grief,
A sink of sin and unbelief.
Lord, in Thy house I read there's room,
And, venturing, behold I come;
But can there, tell me, can there be,
Amongst Thy children, room for me?
I eat the bread, and drink the wine;
But, oh! my soul wants more than sign!
I faint unless I feed on Thee,
And drink the blood as shed for me.
For sinners, Lord, Thou cam'st to bleed,
And I'm a sinner vile indeed;
Lord, I believe Thy grace is free;
Oh, magnify that grace in me.
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