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Jesus, the sinner's Friend to Thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee, Weary of earth, myself, and sin; Open Thine arms, and take me in!

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Pity, and heal my sin-sick soul; Tis Thou alone canst make me whole; Fallen, till'n me Thine image shine, And cursed I am, till Thou art mine.

The mansion for thyself prepare, Dispose my heart byent'ring there; 'Tis this alone can make me clean, 'Tis this alone can cast out sin.

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At last I own it cannot be, That I should it myself for Thee: Here then to Thee I all resign; Thine is the work and only Thine.

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What shall I say Thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love I give up every plea beside- Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died!.