In-dwelling Sin. Rom. 7. 14-24; Isa. 52. 3
J. Kent C.M.
1
Sold under sin, was Paul’s complaint;
He felt its galling load,
Though he, by calling, was a saint,
And rightly taught of God.
2
Like him, we daily feel the same,
And long to be dissolved;
Oppressed by sins of every name,
How oft are we involved!
3
But he that feels pollution most,
Defiled throughout by sin,
Will never of his goodness boast,
But mourn the plague within.
4
Distressed at heart, he’ll tell his God
He feels it every day;
And to the fount of Jesus’ blood
For pardon haste away.
5
Sinless perfection we deny,
The chief of Satan’s wiles;
Do thou, my soul, to Calvary fly,
As oft as sin defiles.
