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Text:Hardness of heart complained of

II.XCVIII. Hardness of heart complained of

1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is!
How heavy here it lies!
Heavy and cold within my breast,
Just like a rock of ice!

2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits
Upon this flinty throne,
And ev'ry grace lies bury'd deep
Beneath this heart of stone.

3 How seldom do I rise to God,
Or taste the joys above!
This mountain presses down my faith,
And chills my flaming love.

3 When smiling mercy courts my soul,
With all its heav'nly charms,
This stubborn, this relentless thing,
Would thrust it from my arms.

5 Against the thunders of thy word
Rebellious I have stood;
My heart, it shakes not at the wrath
And terrors of a God.

6 Dear Saviour steep this rock of mine
In thine own crimson sea!
None but a bath of blood divine
Cant melt the flint away.

Text Information
First Line: My heart, how dreadful hard it is!
Title: Hardness of heart complained of
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
Notes: Public Domain.
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