A Trembling Soul

Oh God, my Lord, what grace is this that fell! From glorious heights where only saints may dwell For such as this, a sinner bound for hell By mercies live, a hostile world may tell This trembling soul, whose name I heard thee call So weak and lame, I come to thee, but fall Down on my knees, I bow my head and crawl For never could this camel breach a wall And in my sinful shame, I boldly come Into thy gracious throne, I find there's none But I myself, vile, wretched and undone A deathly prize this worthy soul had won And then in awe, I saw hung on a tree My Lord and God, in love hast died for me