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John Newton - Dagon Before The Ark
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When first to make my heart his own,
The Lord revealed his mighty grace;
Self reigned, like Dagon, on the throne,
But could not long maintain its place. 

It fell, and owned the pow`r divine,
(Grace can with ease the vict`ry gain)
But soon this wretched heart of mine,
Contrived to set it up again. 

Again the Lord his name proclaimed,
And brought the hateful idol low;
Then self, like Dagon, broken, maimed,
Seemed to receive a mortal blow. 

Yet self is not of life bereft,
Nor ceases to oppose his will;
Though but a maimed stump be left,
`Tis Dagon, `tis an idol still. 
 
Lord! must I always guilty prove,
And idols in my heart have room?
Oh! let the, fire of heavenly love,
The very slump of self consume.
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