Out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies.@Matthew 15:19
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Thomas Haweis (1734-1820)

Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems 1749, Volume I, pages 162-63. This hymn been published in numerous altered versions.

Richmond (Haweis) Thomas Haweis, Carmina Christo 1792 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

O what an evil heart have I,
So cold, and hard, and blind,
With sin so ready to comply,
And cast my God behind!

So apt His mercy to forget,
So soon dissolved in ease,
So false, so full of all deceit,
And desperate wickedness!

Long have I murmured to be clean,
From all iniquity,
But knew not that I loved my sin,
And would not be set free.

Oft when the pleasing ill drew nigh,
And God foreshowed my fall,
I would not from temptation fly,
Or heed the Spirit’s call.

His warning voice I would not mind,
But turned mine ear away,
And lingering stood, ’till sin should find
And seize its willing prey.

Oft have I asked for help, afraid
Lest God my voice should hear,
While with deceitful lips, I said
Th’Abominable Prayer.

Oft, when He would not let me yield,
But stopped me by His grace,
I raged from sin to be withheld,
And burst from His embrace.

When after each foul sinful fall,
I would have all given up;
He would not let me give up all,
But forced me still to hope.

Infinite, unexhausted love!
Jesus and love are One;
If still to me Thy bowels move,
They are restrained to none.

If me, e’en me, Thou yet canst spare,
Fury is not in Thee;
For all Thy tender mercies are,
If mercy is for me.

What shall I do, my God to love,
My loving God to praise!
The length, and breadth, and height to prove
And depth of sovereign grace!

Thy sovereign grace to all extends,
Immense and unconfined;
From age to age it never ends,
It reaches all mankind.

Throughout the world its breadth is known,
Wide as infinity,
So wide it never passed by one;
Or it had passed by me.

My trespass was grown up to Heaven;
But far above the skies,
In Christ abundantly forgiven,
I see Thy mercies rise!

The depth of all redeeming love,
What angel tongue can tell?
O may I to the utmost prove
The gift unspeakable!

Deeper than hell, it plucked me thence;
Deeper than inbred sin:
Jesus His love my heart shall cleanse,
When Jesus enters in.

Come quickly, then, my Lord, and take
Possession of Thine own;
My longing heart vouchsafe to make
Thine everlasting throne.

Assert Thy claim, receive Thy right,
Come quickly from above,
And sink me to perfection’s height,
The depth of humble love.