THE SINNER SAVED.
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Not one thought I'd given,
All those long years past,
To the dear Redeemer
I had found at last.
All those long years past,
To the dear Redeemer
I had found at last.
"So I spoke, all trembling'
Lord! it is not fit
That a ragged beggar
At Thy table sit.
I would mend my garments,
And would fitted be
For the King's own presence,
Who takes heed of me.'
Lord! it is not fit
That a ragged beggar
At Thy table sit.
I would mend my garments,
And would fitted be
For the King's own presence,
Who takes heed of me.'
"Soft He spake, so sweetly,
'Seek no other dress;
Not a thread is lacking
In My righteousness.
I a mantle give thee
None beside hath wove;
Take it—be partaker
Of My Father's love!
'Seek no other dress;
Not a thread is lacking
In My righteousness.
I a mantle give thee
None beside hath wove;
Take it—be partaker
Of My Father's love!
"'All the wrath—thy portion
I have borne from God;
From thy sins I wash thee
In my cleansing Blood.'
I have borne from God;
From thy sins I wash thee
In my cleansing Blood.'
