Yet I Sin

by Paul Franco on August 13, 2010

Thou art good beyond all thought,
But I am vile, wretched, miserable, blind;
My lips are ready to confess, buty my heart is slow to feel,
and my ways reluctant to amend.

I bring my soul to thee;
break it, wound it, bend it, mould it.
Unmask to me sin’s deformity,
that I may hate it, abhor it, flee from it.
My faculties have been a weapon of revolt against thee;
as a rebel I have misused my stregth,
and served the foul adversary of thy kingdom.

Give me grace to bewail my insensate folly,
Grant me to know that the way of transgressors is hard,
that evil paths are wretched paths,
that to depart from thee is to lose all good.

I have seen the purity of abeauty of thy perfect law,
the happiness of those in whose heart it reigns,
the calm dignity of the walk to which it calls,
yet I daily violate and contemn its precepts.

Thy loving Spirit strives within me,
brings me Scripture warnings,
speaks in startling providences,
allures by secret whispers,
yet I choose devices and desires to my own hurt,
imiously resent, grieve, and provoke him to abandon me.

All these sins I mourn, lament, and for them cry pardon.
Work in me mor profound and abiding repentance;
Give me the fullness of godly grief that trembles and fears,
yet ever trusts and loves,
which is ever powerful, and ever confident;
Grant that through the tears of repentance I may see more clearly
the trightness of glories of the saving cross.

Author Unknown

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