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Text:My heart, how dreadful hard it is!

II.XCVIII. My heart, how dreadful hard it is!

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.

4 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
Can melt the Flint away.

Text Information
First Line: My heart, how dreadful hard it is!
Language: English
Publication Date: 1769
Topic: Complaint of a Hard heart; Conviction of Sin by the Cross of Christ
Notes: Public Domain.
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