How helpless, guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchang'd can never rise,
To happiness and God.
The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray:
Reason debas'd can never find,
The safe, the narrow way.
Can ought beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
’Tis thine, almighty Savior, thine
To form the heart anew.
’Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason’s darken'd eyes.
To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live!
A beam of heaven, a vital ray
'Tis thine alone to give.
O change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine!
Then shall our passions and our powers
Almighty Lord, be thine.
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First Line: | How helpless, guilty nature lies |
Title: | The necessity of renewing grace |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |