My God! how perfect are thy ways!
      But mine polluted are;

Jer. 23:6

My God! how perfect are thy ways!
      But mine polluted are;
Sin twines itself about my praise,
      And slides into my prayer.

When I would speak what thou hast done
      To save me from my sin,
I cannot make thy mercies known,
      But self-applause creeps in.

Divine desire, that holy flame
      Thy grace creates in me;
Alas! impatience is its name,
      When it returns to thee.

This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,
      How does it overflow?
While self upon the surface floats,
      Still bubbling from below!

Let others in the gaudy dress
      Of fancied merit shine;
The Lord shall be my righteousness,
      The Lord for ever mine.

~ William Cowper

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