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26. Dear Lord accept a sinful heart
Hymn 26
Dear Lord accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains And mourns, with much and frequent smart, The evil it contains.
There fiery seeds of anger lurk, Which often hurt my frame; And wait but for the tempter’s work, To fan them to a flame.
Legality holds out a bribe To purchase life from thee; And discontent would fain prescribe How thou shalt deal with me.
While unbelief withstands thy ; And puts the mercy by; Presumption, with a brow of brass, Says, “Give me, or I die.”
How eager are my thoughts to roam In quest of what they love! But ah! when duty calls them home, How heavily they move!
O, cleanse me in a Savior’s blood, Transform me by thy pow’r, And make me thy beloved abode, And let me rove no more.