The Inconstant Heart. Prov. 28. 26; 3. 5
A. Steele L.M.
1
Ah, wretched, vile, ungrateful heart,
That can from Jesus thus depart,
Thus fond of trifles vainly rove,
Forgetful of a Saviour’s love!
2
In vain I charge my thoughts to stay,
And chide each vanity away,
In vain, alas! resolve to bind
This rebel heart, this wandering mind.
3
Through all resolves how soon it flies,
And mocks the weak, the slender ties;
There’s nought except a power divine
That can this roving heart confine.
4
Jesus, to thee I would return,
At thy dear feet repentant mourn;
There let me view thy pardoning love,
And never from thy sight remove.
