1 Astonished and distressed,
I turn my eyes within;
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The seat of every sin.
2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear.
3 Almighty King of saints,
These tyrant-lusts subdue;
Expel the darkness of my mind,
And all my powers renew.
4 This done, my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,
My lips proclaim thy praise.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Astonish'd and distress'd |
Title: | "Out of the heart proceed evil thoughts" |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |