A Hymn Poem by Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper
A Hymn
THOUGH frail and sinful dust I am,
By nature born impure;
Yet look I to the spotless Lamb,
That brings me 'health and cure.'
Though weak in faith, I onward go,
Led by my gracious Guide,
And dwell upon the promis'd word,
That Christ for sinners died.
Forth then, my soul, in Gospel light,
Pursue the shining way,
And taste the riches of his grace,
As every sinner may.
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