Isaac Watts · 462 of 724

Hymn 104

Not the malicious or profane, The wanton or the proud, Nor thieves, nor sland'rers, shall obtain Tue kingdom of our God.

Surprising grace! and such were we By nature and by sin, Heirs of immortal misery, Unholy and unclean.

But we are washed in Jesus' blood, We're pardoned through his name; And the good Spirit of our God Has sanctified our frame.

O for a persevering power To keep thy just commands We would defile our hearts no more, No more pollute our hands.