The following is written in more modern language than I generally try to adopt. How hard, but how crucial it is to lay hold of the Objectives in the subjective of renewing our minds.
My Lord you know my deepest thoughts,
The pride I can’t conceal
The selfishness haunts my heart,
That murders, rapes, and steals.
The lie that says You’re not enough,
Tis wicked unbelief,
You’re privy Lord, to every thought,
That wrought my Saviour’s grief.
The idols I had once embraced,
Now leave me not alone,
They ever rear there ugly heads,
And seek to take Your throne
The grieving that assails my heart,
When so easily enticed,
Is tenfold in remembering,
These sins were laid on Christ.
Lord send the Spirit to my heart,
To raise the “Abba” cry,
Remind me I am bound no more,
To Old-Life’s fleshy lies
The union I now have with Christ,
Now living force can part
So rebel thoughts I now deny
To You belongs my heart.
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