Oh what a wretch am I
My wickedness I cannot deny,
All have turned away
There is not one who is wise.
The most evil of all men
I am no better than them
For I have defiled the Name of the Most High God,
Surely I have sinned against Him.
But I shall rejoice and be glad,
For though I have sinned and fall short of His radiant glory,
I am justified freely by His grace-*
The blood of the Lamb has made me holy,
His righteousness exchanged for my disgrace!
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