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#*My depraved soul's unearthed By the Holy Ghost's breath And given new birth Out of spiritual death This wretch is turned 'round Fit with eyes to believe A lost sheep is found And her Shepherd received My blots are each edited Out in Christ's fount His righteousness credited To my bankrupt account A prisoner's been pardoned No debt left to pay A heart which was hardened Becomes pliable clay My life's set apart Now from worldly regression Picked out from the start Made for Christ's own possession I'm purchased with blood Shed on Golgotha's tree A slave bought by God And fully set free My sins were all laid On the head of a Scapegoat Who carried their weight To a desert remote Once an object of wrath And deserving hell's fire But Jesus took my bath— Conflagration of God's ire So an enemy no more I'm brought into God's fold Carried through His door And out of night's cold He calls me His child His heir and His bride Though once an orphan wild Now seated at Christ's side And soon He'll return When salvation's complete When no longer I'll yearn For His own face I'll meet!*#
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
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#*My depraved soul's unearthed By the Holy Ghost's breath And given new birth Out of spiritual death This wretch is turned 'round Fit with eyes to believe A lost sheep is found And her Shepherd received My blots are each edited Out in Christ's fount His righteousness credited To my bankrupt account A prisoner's been pardoned No debt left to pay A heart which was hardened Becomes pliable clay My life's set apart Now from worldly regression Picked out from the start Made for Christ's own possession I'm purchased with blood Shed on Golgotha's tree A slave bought by God And fully set free My sins were all laid On the head of a Scapegoat Who carried their weight To a desert remote Once an object of wrath And deserving hell's fire But Jesus took my bath— Conflagration of God's ire So an enemy no more I'm brought into God's fold Carried through His door And out of night's cold He calls me His child His heir and His bride Though once an orphan wild Now seated at Christ's side And soon He'll return When salvation's complete When no longer I'll yearn For His own face I'll meet!*#
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#easter#lent#jesus#god#grace#salvation#redemption#cross#forgiveness
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
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