Vice Averse

" The other way around, not now, by God's grace not hiding but seeking your face. Hating what I did, pray for strength to live, Lord the sin, I would, God forbid. Thy sword Holy slay from inside, via thy Spirit, I am mortified. Now in light, hating the dark vice, The old man is dead, crucified with Christ. Faith forebears past a new creature, enemies once: Now a preacher. Hating the very things, I use to lust for, Distaining thought is gain no more. Like tin in fire, burnt the earthly desires, even the smoke rise no higher. To refuse the evil, and choose the good of a verse; Would not, now I would. "