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None excluded.
Jesus, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And heal the dying Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan’s rage
Doth thy salvation flow;
’Tis not confined to sex nor age,
The lofty nor the low.
3 While grace is offered to the prince,
The poor may take his share;
No mortal has a just pretense
To perish in despair.
4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come,
He’ll form your souls anew;
His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.
5 His doctrine is almighty love;
There’s virtue in his name
To turn the raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.
Watts.