1 Astonished and distressed,
I turn my eyes within;
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed
The source of every sin.
2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Envy and pride, deceit and guile,
Distrust and slavish fear.
3 Almighty King of saints!
These tyrant lusts subdue;
Drive the old serpent from his seat,
And all my powers renew.
4 This done,–my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My heart shall glow with gratitude,
My lips be filled with praise.
Source: Hymns for the Sanctuary and Social Worship: with tunes #406