Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#422

422. Poor, weak, and worthless though I am

1 Poor, weak, and worthless though I am,
I have a rich almighty friend;
Jesus, the Saviour, is His name,
He freely loves, and without end.

2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood,
And, by His power, my foes controll'd;
He found me wand'ring far from God,
And brought me to His chosen fold.

3 But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns;
And well my eyes with tears may swim,
To think of my perverse returns:
I’ve been a faithless friend to Him.

4 Often my gracious Friend I grieve,
Neglect, distrust, and disobey;
And often Satan’s lies believe
Sooner than all my Friend can say.

5 Sure, were I not most vile and base,
I could not thus my Friend requite!
And were not He the God of grace,
He'd frown and spurn me from his sight.

Text Information

• First Line: Poor, weak, and worthless though I am
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Backsliding; Christians: their life and experience; Confession of Sin; Forgiveness: Of Sin; Pardon
• Notes: Author from index: Newton

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