Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;

He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;

How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,

Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

-Robert Robinson, Hymn: Come Thou Fount


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