Chief of sinners though I be
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Chief of sinners though I be,Jesus shed his blood for me,Died that I might live on high,—Died that I might never die;As the branch is to the vine,I am his, and he is mine.
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O the hight of Jesus' love!Higher than the heaven above,Deeper than the deepest sea,Lasting as eternity;Love that found me,—wondrous tho't!—Found me when I sought him not!
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Chief of sinners though I be,Christ is all in all to me;All my wants to him are known,All my sorrows are his own;Safe with him from earthly strife,He sustains the hidden life.