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Panting for Pardon. Ezra 9. 5, 6; Job 13. 6

1 Jehovah God! eternal Lord most high!
  Permit a worm to bow before thy throne;
  A worm deserving endless misery,
  But pleads the blood that did for sin atone.

2 [I feel myself a rebel, base and vile;
  >From head to feet, a mass of sin and guilt;
  Nor have I skill the malady to heal,
  But plead the blood that once for sin was spilt.]

3 A base, ungrateful monster I have been,
  And now with shame my guilt and folly own;
  I cannot, dare not, on my own works lean,
  But plead the blood that did for sin atone.

4 Nor dare I promise future good to bring;
  I know my heart deceitful is indeed;
  Compelled I am on Christ alone to hang,
  And plead that blood by which the church is freed.

5 If thou, dear Lord, so base a wretch wilt save,
  Then all the glory shall redound to thee;
  While here, and when I reach beyond the grave,
  My soul shall sing salvation full and free.