I am a vile polluted lump of earth; So I’ve continued ever since my birth; Although Jehovah grace does daily give me, As sure as this monster Satan will deceive me.
Come therefore, Lord, from Satan’s claws relieve me. Wash me in thy blood, O Christ, And grace divine impart; Then search and try the corners of my heart, That I in all things may be fit to do Service to Thee, and sing thy praises too.
-Isaac Watts (Age 7)
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