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
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