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My heart, how dreadful hard it is!

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XCVIII (1766) Lyrics: 1 My Heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies, Heavy and cold within my Breast, Just like a Rock of Ice! 2 Sin, like a raging Tyrant, sits Upon this flinty Throne, And ev'ry Grace lies bury'd deep Beneath this Heart of Stone. 3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the Joys above? This Mountain presses down my Faith, And chills my flaming Love. 4 When smiling Mercy courts my Soul With all its heav'nly Charms, This stubborn, this relentless Thing Would thrust it from my Arms. 5 Against the Thunders of thy Word, Rebellious I have stood; My Heart! it shakes not at the Wrath And Terrors of a God. 6 Dear Saviour, steep this Rock of mine In thine own Crimson Sea! None but a Bath of Blood divine Can melt the Flint away. Topics: Complaint of a Hard heart; Conviction of Sin by the Cross of Christ Languages: English

My heart, how dreadful hard it is!

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #411 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies! Heavy and cold within my breast, Just like a rock of ice! 2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits Upon this flinty throne, And every grace lies buried deep Beneath this heart of stone. 3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above! This mountain presses down my faith, And chills my flaming love. 3 When smiling mercy courts my soul With all its heavenly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing Would thrust it from my arms. 5 Against the thunders of thy word Rebellious I have stood, My heart it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a God. 6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine In thine own crimson sea; None but a bath of blood divine Can melt the flint away. Topics: Christian experience Spiritual Declension; Hardness of Heart

Hardness of heart complained of

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.XCVIII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My heart, how dreadful hard it is! Lyrics: 1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies! Heavy and cold within my breast, Just like a rock of ice! 2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits Upon this flinty throne, And ev'ry grace lies bury'd deep Beneath this heart of stone. 3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above! This mountain presses down my faith, And chills my flaming love. 3 When smiling mercy courts my soul, With all its heav'nly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing, Would thrust it from my arms. 5 Against the thunders of thy word Rebellious I have stood; My heart, it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a God. 6 Dear Saviour steep this rock of mine In thine own crimson sea! None but a bath of blood divine Cant melt the flint away. Languages: English