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Aug 2021
On him who isn't worthy
    To wash his master's feet,
To drink his savior's lifeblood,
    The bread of life to eat;

On him who is most wretched
    Of all who wretched be—
On the first and worst of sinners—
    Have mercy, Lord, on me.
Written by
The Poet's Progress
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