1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies! Heavy and cold within my breast, Just like a rock of ice!
2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits Upon this flinty throne, And ev'ry grace lies bury'd deep Beneath this heart of stone.
3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above! This mountain presses down my faith, And chills my flaming love.
3 When smiling mercy courts my soul, With all its heav'nly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing, Would thrust it from my arms.
5 Against the thunders of thy word Rebellious I have stood; My heart, it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a God.
6 Dear Saviour steep this rock of mine In thine own crimson sea! None but a bath of blood divine Cant melt the flint away. | Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #411 (1828) Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.98 (1806) The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship (27th ed.) #II.XCVIII (1766) Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books: I. collected from the scriptures, II. composed on divine subjects, III. prepared for the Lord's Supper #II.XCVIII (1793) |