Self-Acquaintance.
Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent smart, The evil it contains. There fiery seeds of anger lurk, Which often hurt my frame; And wait but for the tempters work, To fan them to a flame. Legality holds out a bribe To purchase life from thee; And discontent would fain prescribe How thou shalt deal with me. While unbelief withstands thy grace, And puts the mercy by; Presumption, with a brow of brass, Says, Give me, or I die. How eager are my thoughts to roam In quest of what they love! But ah! when duty calls them home, How heavily they move! Oh, cleanse me in a Saviours blood, Transform me by thy power, And make me thy beloved abode, And let me rove no more.
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