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Please let me rest upon Your Grace,
O, Strong One, All Divine!
My sins are putrid as my best,
I'm mean when I am kind!

The best I try to make is dung,
my holiness is chaff,
"O, LORD, my life as greatest gift!"
would only make Him laugh! (Psalm 2)

I have this strong and burning want,
that never lets me rest!
I want to be made right with God,
and live this life the best!

But when I give to God MY good,
and try to call it great,
God sees a beggar in his rags...
who tries to sin abate!

Yet when I see my best as worst,
before God's choice of LOVE,
A great exchange beyond all verse,
fits me to live Above!

For Jesus takes my good that's bad,
and gives me Blessed Life,
The Highest makes the lowest glad,
and mends a heart of stripes!

O, Glorious Day, that I first knew,
that nevermore my best,
Was needed in pursuit of One,
Who's Evermore...The Blessed!

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