1026    148th     Henry Fowler
“Where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.” Rom. 5. 20.

1 Not one of Adam’s race
  But is by sin undone,
  Deep sunk in foul disgrace,
  And righteousness has none;
  And this, when brought through grace to know,
  Will sink the sinner very low.

2 He sinks in miry clay,
  And scarce can lift a sigh,
  He tries, but cannot pray,
  Nor lift to heaven his eye;
  His bosom heaves, with guilt oppressed,
  But, in himself, can find no rest.

3 In this bewildered state,
  Pursued by guilt and sin,
  He pushes at the gate,
  But cannot enter in;
  Till Jesus opens wide the door,
  And saves the helpless and the poor.

4 The prisoner now goes forth;
  The lame man leaps with joy;
  He feels the Saviour’s worth,
  And lifts his name on high.
  On Jesus’ head the crown he’ll place;
  A sinner saved by sovereign grace.