14. I'd Tell The Wonders Of My God

I'd tell the wonders of my God; but O, too great for tongues to tell!  How rich, how free, that gracious word!  that saved my guilty soul from hell.

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Amazed to think where I have been! In the dark slippery paths of death; Bearing a dreadful load of sin, exposed to sink at ev'ry breath.

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How dreadful was my enmity against th' eternal King of heav'n!  My heart so full of blasphemy I could not ask to be forgiv'n.

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Justice pursued me close behind, and I upon the brink of hell; My strength all failed and I resigned, and Jesus took me as I fell.

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For me, a rebel to his throne, a traitor to his dignity: His pity brought a pardon down for me, a wretch condemned to die.

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I'll sing thy goodness, O my God, but O, how far my language fail, To speak the merits of that blood, which did for my poor soul prevail.