Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart,
      Which of itself complains,

Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart,
      Which of itself complains,
And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
      The evil it contains.

There fiery seeds of anger lurk,
      Which often hurt my frame;
And wait but for the tempter's work
      To fan them to a flame.

Legality holds out a bribe
      To purchase life from thee;
And Discontent would fain prescribe
      How thou shalt deal with me.

While Unbelief withstands thy grace,
      And puts the mercy by;
Presumption, with a brow of brass,
      Says, "Give me, or I die!"

How eager are my thoughts to roam
      In quest of what they love!
But ah! when Duty calls them home,
      How heavily they move!

Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour's blood,
      Transform me by thy power,
And make me thy beloved abode,
      And let me roam no more.

~ William Cowper

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