Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVII (1788) Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now!
When was it, or how
That I fell from my heaven of grace?
I am brought into thrall,
I am stript of my All,
I am banish'd from Jesus's face.
2 Hardly yet do I know
How I let my Lord go,
So insensibly starting aside:
When the tempter came in
With his own subtle sin,
And infected my spirit with pride.
3 But I felt it too soon,
That my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;
My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it was turn'd into night.
4 Only pride could destroy
That innocent joy,
And make my Redeemer depart;
But whate'er was the cause,
I lament the sad loss,
For the veil is come over my heart.
5 Ah! wretch that I am!
I can only exclaim,
Like a devil tormented within:
My Saviour is gone,
And has left me alone
To the fury of Satan and sin.
6 Nothing can now relieve,
Without comfort I grieve,
I have lost all my peace and my pow'r;
No access do I find
To the friend of mankind;
I can ask for his mercy no more.
7 Tongue cannot declare
The torment I bear,
(While no end of my troubles I see)
Only Adam could tell
On the day that he fell,
And was turn'd out of Eden, like me.
8 Driven out from my God,
I wander abroad,
Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove;
And how great is my pain,
That I cannot regain
My Eden of Jesus' love!
9 I never shall rise
To my first paradise,
Or come my Redeemer to see:
But I feel a faint hope
That at last he will stoop,
And his pity shall bring him to me. Topics: Backslider Languages: English
Ah, where am I now!
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