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Ah, how the fallen man Be just before his God! If he contend in righteousness, We sink beneath his rod. If he our way should mark, With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise? All-seeing, powerful God! Who can with thee contedn? Or who that tries th' unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end? The mountains, in thy wrath, Their ancient seats forsake: The trembling earth deserts her place, Her rooted pillars shake: Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him, and escape, But through the Savior's blood. -unknown
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