| Song | Let The World Their Virtue Boast |
| Album | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Let The World Their Virtue Boast |
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Let The World Their Virtue Boast,
Their Works Of Righteousness;
I, A Wretch Undone And Lost,
Am Freely Saved By Grace;
Other Title I Disclaim;
This, Only This, Is All My Plea,
I The Chief Of Sinners Am,
But Jesus Died For Me.
Happy They Whose Joys Abound
Like Jordan’s Swelling Stream,
Who Their Heaven In Christ Have Found,
And Give The Praise To Him;
Meanest Follower Of The Lamb,
His Steps I At A Distance See;
I The Chief Of Sinners Am,
But Jesus Died For Me.
I, Like Gideon’s Fleece, Am Found
Unwatered Still, Und Dry,
While The Dew On All Around
Falls Plenteous From The Sky;
Yet My Lord I Cannot Blame,
The Saviour’s Grace For All Is Free;
I The Chief Of Sinners Am,
But Jesus Died For Me.
Surely He Will Lift Me Up,
For I Of Him Have Need,
I Cannot Give Up My Hope,
Though I Am Cold And Dead;
To Bring Fire On Earth He Came,
O That It Now Might Kindled Be!
I The Chief Of Sinners Am,
But Jesus Died For Me.
Jesus, Thou For Me Hast Died,
And Thou In Me Shalt Live,
I Shall Feel Thy Death Applied,
I Shall Thy Life Receive;
Yet, When Melted In The Flame
Of Love, This Shall Be All My Plea,
I The Chief Of Sinners Am,
But Jesus Died For Me.
