1 With tears of anguish I lament,
Here at they feet my God,
My passion, pride and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.
2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false as mine has been!
So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin!
3 My reason tells me thy commands
Are holy just and true;
Tells me what'er my God demands
Is his most righteous due.
4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,
And all her words approve;
But still I find it hard t'obey,
And harder yet to love.
5 How long dear Savior, shall I feel
Those struggles in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest.
6 Break, sovereign grace, O break the charm
And set the captive free;
Reveal, Almighty God, thine arm,
And haste to rescue me.
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First Line: | With tears of anguish I lament |
Title: | Indwelling Sin Lamented |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1800 |