Text: | Legal Conflict |
Author: | Hammond |
1 How shall I pour out my complaint,
Or tell the Lord my sore distress?
Yet he espies my every want,
My weakness, sin, and foolishness.
2 Stupid, secure, and hard, and blind,
Withered and dead, and rooted up;
To endless death I seem consigned;
So destitute of cheering hope.
3 Uneasy when I feel my load;
Uneasy when I feel it not;
Dissatisfied for want of God,
Though oft of him I’ve not a thought.
4 I cannot frame a good desire,
If all the world to me was given;
I cannot to a wish aspire,
If one good wish would purchase heaven.
5 Sometimes I follow after God;
Sometimes I carelessly retreat;
For mercy now I cry aloud,
And now in stubborn silence sit.
6 O Prince of life, with power descend;
Thy blood apply, my conscience clear;
Then shall this legal conflict end,
And perfect love cast out sad fear.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | How shall I pour out my complaint |
Title: | Legal Conflict |
Author: | Hammond |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Tribulation and Inconstancy of Mind |