Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#XVIII

XVIII. Conviction of sin by the law

1 Lord, how secure my conscience lay,
And felt no inward dread;
I liv'd awhile without the law,
And thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright,
But since the precept came
I stand convicted by its light,
I find how vile I am.

3 I'm like a helpless captive sold,
Beneath the power of sin;
I cannot do the good I would,
Nor keep my conscience clean.

4 My God, I'll cry with every breath,
For some kind power to save,
To break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, how secure my conscience lay
• Title: Conviction of sin by the law
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787
• Scripture:
  Romans 7:8-24

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