C.M.
1
O my sad conscience! O my heart,
How do their workings clash!
One hour I’m pained – from sin I start;
The next I’m bold and rash.
2
How can I give up sin so sweet?
I know not what to do;
Death may be near, and I’m not fit
To stay, nor yet to go.
3
Jesus, Thy love’s to me unknown,
But I have heard Thy Name;
O heal, and on me now look down,
And ease me of my pain.
4
O come to this poor heart that aches,
Thy great salvation bring;
And then I shall my sins forsake,
And of Thy mercy sing.
