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1 A Palace is the sinner's heart,
Which Satan guards in ev'ry part;
And with his forces dwells therein,
And keeps the soul enslav'd to sin.
2 There he, without control resides,
And there against attack provides;
He governs there, and feareth none,
And holds the castle as his own.
3 Poor man obeys him as his chief,
Because of pride and unbelief;
Like slaves and servants on him wait,
And seldom feel their slavish state.
4 But when the Saviour claims the heart,
That cruel tyrant must depart--
When Jesus speaks and gives command,
That Prince of darkness can't withstand.
5 The force of his restraining grace,
Will cause that Lord to leave his place;
Some outward changes may be seen,
But yet some idol lurks within.
6 Altho' he wanders for a while,
Himself he can not reconcile,
He has not fully quit his home,
But soon he means again to come.
7 Where Jesus does not fully reign,
He surely will return again:
With vice and envy seven-fold,
Audatious, impudent and bold.
8 His palace he no more forsak's,
In spite of all reproofs and checks;
The force of men and angels join'd,
Can ne'er renew that hard'ned mind.
9 That sinners' case was bad before,
But now 'tis worse, and still much more:
Because he can not be renew'd,
And ever hat'st the ways of God.
10 O! horrid, wretched, awful state,
My God let it not be my fate;
May the Good spirit gain my heart!
To dwell in me and ne'er depart.Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #LVII