I praise the Lord that one like me,
For mercy may to Jesus flee.
He says that whosoever will,
May seek and find salvation still.
My Savior’s promise faileth never;
He counts me in the
I was to sin a wretched slave;
But Jesus died my soul to save.
I look by faith and see this word,
Stamped with the blood of Christ, my Lord.
I now believe He saves my soul,
His precious blood hath made me whole.