“Out of the heart proceed evil thoughts.” Matt. 15. 19
B. Beddome S.M.
1
Astonished and distressed,
I turn my eyes within;
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The seat of every sin.
2
What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear.
3
Almighty King of saints,
These tyrant-lusts subdue;
Expel the darkness of my mind,
And all my powers renew.
4
This done, my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,
My lips proclaim thy praise.
