Behold, I am vile.@Job 40:4
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John Newton (1725–1807)

John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), Book 3, number 7.

Monsell (Barnby) Joseph Barnby, 1868 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Joseph Barnby (1838–1896)

O Lord, how vile am I,
Unholy, and unclean!
How can I dare to venture nigh
With such a load of sin?

Is this polluted heart
A dwelling fit for Thee?
Swarming, alas! in every part
What evils do I see!

If I attempt to pray,
And lisp Thy holy name,
My thoughts are hurried soon away;
I know not where I am.

If in Thy word I look,
Such darkness fills my mind,
I only read a sealèd book,
But no relief can find.

Thy Gospel oft I hear,
But hear it still in vain;
Without desire, or love, or fear,
I like a stone remain.

Myself can hardly bear
This wretched heart of mine;
How hateful then must it appear
To those pure eyes of Thine?

And must I then indeed
Sink in despair and die?
Fain would I hope that Thou didst bleed
For such a wretch as I.

That blood which Thou hast spilt,
That grace which is Thine own;
Can cleanse the vilest sinner’s guilt,
And soften hearts of stone.

Low at Thy feet I bow,
Oh pity and forgive;
Here will I lie and wait, till Thou
Shalt bid me rise and live.