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Hymn 115

Written by: Isaac Watts | Biography
 | Quotes (11) |
 Conviction of sin by the law.
Rom.
7:8,9,14,24.
Lord, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread! I was alive without the law, And thought my sins were dead.
My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright, But since the precept came With a convincing power and light, I find how vile I am.
[My guilt appeared but small before, Till terribly I saw How perfect, holy, just, and pure, Was thine eternal law.
Then felt my soul the heavy load, My sins revived again I had provoked a dreadful God, And all my hopes were slain.
] I'm like a helpless captive, sold Under the power of sin I cannot do the good I would, Nor keep my conscience clean.
My God, I cry with every breath For some kind power to save, To break the yoke of sin and death, And thus redeem the slave.



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