1 With tears of anguish I lament,
Here at thy 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 whate'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 Saviour, shall I feel
These strugglings in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?
6 Break, sov'reign 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 |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Indwelling Sin lamented; Penitence of the awakened sinner: Penitence |