827-Ah Lord with trembling I confess
Wherefore let Him that thinkest He standeth take heed lest he falls 1 Cor 1:12
Ah Lord with trembling I confess
A gracious soul may fall from grace
The salt may loose its seasoning power
And never, never find it more
Lest that my fearful case should be
Each moment knit my soul to Thee
And lead me to the mount above
Through them low vale of humble love.
