7s & 6s. 1 LET the world their virtue boast, Their works of righteousness; I, a wretch undone and lost, Am freely saved by grace; Other title I disclaim; This, only this, is all my plea, I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.
2 Happy they whose joys abound Like Jordan's swelling stream, Who their heaven in Christ have found, And give the praise to him; Meanest follower of the Lamb, His steps I at a distance see; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.
3 I, like Gideon's fleece, am found Unwatered still, und dry, While the dew on all around Falls plenteous from the sky; Yet my Lord I cannot blame, The Saviour's grace for all is free; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.
4 Surely he will lift me up, For I of him have need, I cannot give up my hope, Though I am cold and dead; To bring fire on earth he came, O that it now might kindled be! I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.
5 Jesus, thou for me hast died, And thou in me shalt live, I shall feel thy death applied, I shall thy life receive; Yet, when melted in the flame Of love, this shall be all my plea, I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.
