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C.M.

1
How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.

2
The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray;
Reason debased can never find
The safe, the narrow way.

3
Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
’Tis Thine, eternal Spirit, Thine,
To form the heart anew.

4
To chase the shades of death away
And bid the sinner live,
A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
’Tis Thine alone to give.