It's not that I am good or strong,
Or virtuous, on my own strength
To frustrate the many temptations
You see, 'there's no crime of which
I consider myself incapable'
I'm not beyond worldly failings
But the Lord has won my heart
And my soul is knitted to Him
His boundless love upholds me
That the lure of this world
With all the many promises
Can't pull me away from Him
He who holds me in His embrace
In the bosom of His eternal love
And shrouds me with pleasures
To satisfy the desires of my heart
The allure of His glory leaves me
With no competing passions
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