1 WRETCH that I am, what help, or hope Of rescue is for me! Have I not fill’d the measure up Of mine iniquity? 2 Have I not fought against my God, (Alas no longer mine!) Refused to hear the threatening rod, And dared the wrath Divine? 3 From Him I farther still have stray’d, Still more rebellious been, Of faith a dreadful shipwreck made, And added sin to sin. 4 Vilest of all the’ apostate race I have His love withstood, And sinn’d against His pardoning grace, And trampled on