| Savior, and can it beThat Thou should’st dwell with me?
 From Thy high and lofty throne,
 Throne of everlasting bliss,
 Will Thy majesty stoop down
 To so mean a house as this?
 I am not worthy, Lord,So foul, so self-abhorred,
 Thee, my God, to entertain
 In this poor polluted heart:
 I am a frail sinful man!
 All my nature cries, Depart!
 Yet come, Thou heav’nly Guest,And purify my breast;
 Come, Thou great and glorious King,
 While before Thy cross I bow;
 With Thyself salvation bring,
 Cleanse the house by entering now.
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