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 tempter's 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 bass,
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 Saviour's blood,
Transform me by thy power,
And make my Thy belov'd abode,
And let me roam no more.
WILLIAM COWPER (1731-1800)
Additional Resources
Poetry at "...all things new"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment