Indwelling Sin Lamented

With tears of anguish, I lament,

Here at thy feet, my God,

My passion, pride, and discontent,

And vile ingratitude.

Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,

So false as mine hath been,

So faithless to its promises,

So prone to every sin!

My reason tells me thy commands

Are holy, just, and true;

Tells me whate'er my God demands

Is his most righteous due.

Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,

And all her words approve;

But still I find it hard t' obey,

And harder yet to love.

How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel

These strugglings in my breast?

When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,

And give my conscience rest?