Text: | Indwelling Sin lamented |
Author: | Dr. Stennett |
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 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 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 |
Author: | Dr. Stennett |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | The Fall; Indwelling Sin |