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Lord, at thy feet in dust I lie,
Nor will from thence remove;
For none can perish, none can die,
Depending on thy love.

I plead no merits of my own,
I've trampled on thy laws;
Thy justice, Lord, might strike me dead,
But Jesus pleads my cause.

On him I cast my helpless soul,
Nor Satan's malice fear;
Tho' hell's black waves against me roll,
I'll seek my refuge there.

I'll look into his wounded side,
Whence all my comforts flow;
Nor shall my soul be satisfy'd
Till I my int'rest know.

I'll plead and pray, and never cease
While Jesus lives in heav'n,
Till he shall bid me go in peace,
And shew my sins forgiv'n.

Then, in the face of hell and death,
In weakness more than strong,
Salvation shall employ my breath,
And grace be all my song.

Yea, though ten thousand foes I meet,
Onward I still will go;
His love shall make my trials sweet,
His grace shall bring me through:

Till I arrive on Canaan's shore,
With all the saints above,
Never to sin or sorrow more,
But sing, and praise, and love.