1 How sad and awful is my state!
The very thing I do, I hate!
When I to God draw near in pray'r,
I feel the conflict even there!
2 I mourn, because I cannot mourn,
I hate my sin, yet cannot turn;
I grieve, because I cannot grieve,
I hear the truth, but can't believe.
3 Where shall so great a sinner run?
I see I'm ruin'd and undone;
Dear Lord, in pity now draw near,
And banish ev'ry rising fear.
4 Thy blood dear Lord, which thou hast spilt,
Can make this rocky heart to melt;
Thy blood can make me clean within--
Thy blood can pardon all my sin.
5 'Tis on the atonement of that blood,
I now approach to thee, my God;
This is my hope, this is my claim,
Jesus has died and wash'd me clean.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #260