Verse 1
Yet still the chief of saints below
Will ne’er his former sins forget,
But while his joyful eyes or’eflow,
Prostrate at his dear Saviour’s feet,
The chief of saints will humbly cry,
Will feel “The chief of sinners I.”
Verse 2
Whoe’er their own perfection boast
“We have not sin’d,” they proudly say,
Demonstrate that their faith is lost,
Their shield is vilely cast away;
And who their God bely, blaspheme,
His word no longer is in Them.
Verse 3
Himself doth in his word declare
That all have sin’d, and lost his grace,
And tho’ we truly pardon’d are,
Our pardon’d sins we still confess,
In joy repent, in triumph grieve,
And cease at once to mourn, and live.