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	PENITENCE

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	2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near. 3 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne.

	4 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give. 5 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord: Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown, Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down. Rev. Samuel J. Stone, 1865