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1 Lord, how secure my Conscience was,
and felt no inward Dread!
I was alive without the Law,
and thought my Sins were dead.
2 My Hopes of Heav'n were firm and bright,
but since the Precept came
With a convincing Pow'r and Light,
I find how vile I am.
3 My Guilt appear'd but small before,
'till terribly I saw
How perfect, holy, just and pure,
was thine eternal Law.
4 Then felt my Soul the heavy Load,
my Sins reviv'd again
I had provok'd a dreadful God,
And all my Hopes were slain.
5 I'm like a helpless Captive sold
under the Pow'r of Sin;
I cannot do the Good I would,
nor keep my Conscience clean.
6 My God, I cry with ev'ry Breath
for some kind Pow'r to save,
To break the Yoke of Sin and Death,
and thus redeem the Slave.
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First Line: | Lord, how secure my Conscience was |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1760 |
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