1 LORD, I'm defil'd in every part,
Barren my life, and cold my heart,
Yet sometimes, through thy sov'reign grace,
I catch a glimpse of Jesu's face.
2 This gives my drowsy heart a spring,
I fain would rise, and fain would sing;
But soon a cloud rolls in between,
All black with some indwelling sin.
3 My notes then faulter on my tongue,
the soul contagion spoils my song;
But Thou, who dost the world control,
Speak but the word, I shall be whole.
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First Line: | Lord, I'm defil'd in every part |
Title: | Barreness and Indwelling Sin |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Barrenness and indwelling sin; Sin: And barrenness |