near the cross, a trembling soul, love and mercy found me;
Christ... regarded my helpless estate and... shed his own blood for my soul;
... blessings all mine, with ten thousand besides!
the hope and wonder of the birth of Christ make sense to my crippled trembling soul only when i look at the ugliness and rejection of his death, and realize that he shed his blood because i am helpless to yield mine. when i remember this, i want to burst out and say, my soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant.
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