Oh! Wretched man that I am!
Who will deliver me?
This sin creeps in dressed like a lamb
Attempting to deceive
And though I've tasted grace, unearned
Though mercy overflow
Somehow sin causes tables turn
And blinds all that I know
But even after ninety years
Should I still walk this earth
The same sin that tickled my ears
Will try to steal my mirth
But oh! How grace does overwhelm
And mercy, always new
That even in the age to come
It's grace that sees us through
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