Text: | Confession |
Author: | Watts |
1 My sorrows like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into thy bosom, O my God!
Pour out a long complaint.
2 This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord,
Could rush with violence on to sin,
In presence of thy sword.
3 How often have I stood
A rebel to the skies,
And yet, and yet, O matchless grace!
Thy thunder silent lies.
4 O shall I never feel
The meltings of thy love?
Am I of such hell-harden'd steel,
That mercy cannot move?
5 O'ercome by dying love I fall;
Here at thy cross I lie:
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and die.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My sorrows like a flood |
Title: | Confession |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | The Sensible Sinner |