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(416) The Last Resolve.
Come, humble sinner! in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve:
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:—
2 “I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin
Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I’ll enter in
Whatever may oppose.
3 “Prostrate I’ll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I’ll tell him I’m a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.
4 “Perhaps he will admit my plea;
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 “I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For, if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.”
Edmund Jones, 1777.