Classic Poem

Once I was bound in slavery
But now my sins have set me free.

No matter what the songs have sung
It is my sins have kept me young;

When cruelly my heart inclined
My own dead sins have made me kind;

It's some are blind, and some are wise,
But only sins have gentle eyes;

'Twas little recked the brittle thong
When my sins woke to shake me strong;

And when I face the certain grave
It is my sins have made me brave. . . .

In Heaven beside the jasper sea
The sins of Christ will pardon me.