Ah, how shall fallen man
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Ah, how shall fallen manBe just before his God?If he contend in righteousness,We sink beneath his rod.
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If he our ways should markWith strict inquiring eyes,Could we for one of thousand faultsA just excuse devise?
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All-seeing, powerful God!Who can with thee contend?Or who, that tries the unequal strife,Shall prosper in the end?
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The mountains, in thy wrath,Their ancient seats forsake;The trembling earth deserts her place,Her rooted pillars shake.
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Ah! how shall guilty manContend with such a God?None, none, can meet him and escape,But through the Saviour's blood.