Who loves a wretch like me?

Many flowers there are in thy garden to behold

A beauty of the universe to adore

But in the heart of all this perfection, amidst all this glory

Lies this sinful heart of mine, a black spot in your holiness

A speck in your eye, a stumbling block to your goodness

A tear in the your lovely banquet, a sadness that clouds ones joy

Yeah! Eliminating this wound seems worthy; justifiable it is for even the grave cries at my sight

Who would love such hate, who enjoys such bitterness, who perseveres such blasphemy

Yet you write in your word, that an undeserving love you have bestowed upon me

A love from the beginning, not by qualification;

That while I was a sinner, even as I lied in that filth of sin; you loved me first

Like a pig that goes back to the mud, my soul returns to that abomination

But your words overcome my pride, come back son and sin no more

With a towel around your waist, you wash my filthy feet

And like Peter I will say, wash me whole Oh Lord,

Wash me till the stench of my sin is no more

Wash me till I glow as your eyes and glitter as your heart

Teach to hate my sin that I may love your honor

Hide me in thy house where the enemy sees me not

And when I taste of this love, Lord let me never, never leave your homesteadindex

For who loves a wretch like me if not a Lord like you?

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