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’TIS not that I did choose Thee,
   For, Lord, that could not be,
This heart would still refuse Thee,
    But Thou hast chosen me:
Thou from the sin that stained me
    Washed me and set me free,
And to this end ordained me,
    That I should live to Thee.
 
2  ’Twas sovereign mercy called me,
    And taught my opening mind;
The world had else enthralled me,
    To heavenly glories blind.
My heart owns none above Thee,
    For Thy rich grace I thirst,
This knowing, if I love Thee,
    Thou must have loved me first.
 
Josiah Conder, 1789-1855