Were I to reckon sin’s account,
At least were I to try,
How dread would be the vast amount
My soul to terrify!
Coveting, anger, pride, disdain,
A disobedient will,
And all my foolish thoughts in vain,
Would a vast volume fill.
How humble should my spirit be
Before a holy God!
Lest He should spurn, and turn from me,
And strike me with His rod.
O may I pray with earnest breath,
Before His awful throne,
And seek for mercy through the death
Of His beloved Son.