Sinner to Saint
From iniquity was begotten;
Curse cause by our fathers' disobedience,
Though still young my heart was heavy laden,
With my maker I strove with no reliance;
But the truth I knew,the word was by me,
Yet the flesh bent I,my ways perverted,
Troubles unknown I blindly couldn't see,
Beelzebub had me,head to feet bounded;
Then Christ I heard and saving wonder,
And how he died to but save me from hell;
At the cross I waited in surrender,
When I heard a voice saying 'all is well'.
I have been pardon and oh when I die;
I will live and by his side,I will lie.
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