The Inconstant Heart. Prov. 28. 26; 3. 5

A. Steele               L.M.

Ah, wretched, vile, ungrateful heart,
That can from Jesus thus depart,
Thus fond of trifles vainly rove,
Forgetful of a Saviour’s love!

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.

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.

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.


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