“I am carnal, sold under sin.” Rom. 7. 14-24
H. Fowler C.M.
1
Lord, what a wretched, wretched heart,
I feel from day to day;
Vile and unsound in every part;
Subdue it, Lord, I pray.
2
I groan, and pray, and cry, and strive,
To have it all removed;
Can it be thus in those who live?
In those whom God has loved?
3
Can such besetting evils dwell
In sinners born of God?
Could black corruptions rise and swell
Where Christ applies his blood?
4
To thee, dear Lord, for light I cry,
On this my darksome path;
O let thy mercy me supply;
O Lord, increase my faith.
