I’ve passed through trials deep and great,
And sunk immensely with their weight;
I’ve been oppress’d with care and grief,
And sometimes could not find relief.

I’ve pass’d through many fears and doubt,
And borne the frowns of men without;
The killing law I’ve sunk beneath,
And felt the terrors, too, of Death.

Pain and affliction, too, I’ve had;
With mourning, too, my soul’s been clad;
With sad dejection I’ve been press’d,
Till I have cried, Lord, I’m oppress’d.

But one thing yet, of all the worst,
Besets me light a mighty host;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
It pressed like a mighty load.

’Tis my bad heart, a wretched spring
Of every base and unclean thing;
It plagues me sore by night, by day,
And robs my soul in every way.

Of all the grief that’s ever fell,
And sank my soul as down to hell,
’Tis the base workings of my heart,
That work and lust in every part.

O wicked thoughts that in me lurk,
Like a foul spring in constant work!
A wretched heart is mine, I feel;
May God his powerful blood reveal!

I’m so beset with foul desires,
So much unlike what God requires;
I would be free from every sin,
But, O! the unclean spring’s within!

O could I live in Godly fear,
That holy grace, to me so dear;
O may it prove in me again,
A flowing spring, to wash me clean!

THOMAS

Signs of the Times
Volume 27, Number 23; December 1, 1859

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