With guilt oppressed, bowed down with sin,
Beneath its load I groan;
Give me, dear Lord, a heart of flesh,
Remove this heart of stone.
A burdened sinner, lo! I come,
An heir of death and hell;
Oh! seal my pardon with your blood,
And all my fears dispel.
Nor peace, nor rest, my soul can find,
Until your dear cross I see;
Until there in humble faith I cry,
My Jesus died for me.
Oh! give this realizing faith,
This soul supporting view;
Until old things be forever past,
And all within be new.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Give Me, Dear Lord, A Heart of Flesh
Thomas Shaw Bancroft Reade (1776-1841), Christian Retirement, or Spiritual Exercises of the Heart by a Layman (1827 ed.), p. 43:
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