238 ~ Chief of Sinners
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Chief of sinners though I be, Jesus shed his blood for me; Died that I might live on high, Died that I might never die; As the brance is to the vine, I am his, and he is mine.
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O the height of Jesus' love! Higher than the heaven above, Deeper than the deepest sea, Lasting as eternity; Love that found me - wondrous thought! Found me when I sought him not!
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Chief of sinners though I be, Christ is all in all to me; All my wants to him are known, All my sorrows are his own; Safe with Him from earthly strife, He sustains the hidden life.