HYMN III. The Sinner's Self-Reflection

Ah Lord! ah Lord! what have I done? What will become of me? What shall I say, what shall I do? Or whither shall I flee?

By wand'ring I have lost my self, And here I make my moan: O whither, whither have I stray'd! Ah, Lord! what have I done?

Thy Candle searches all my Rooms, And now I plainly see, The num'rous Sins of Earth and Hell Are summed up in me.

The Seeds of all the Ills that grow, Are in my Garden sown, And Multitudes of them are sprung; Ah, Lord! what have I done!

I have been Satan's willing Slave, And his most easy prey: He was not readier to command Than I was to obey:

Or, if at Times he left my Soul, Yet still his Work went on: I was a Tempter to my self; Ah, Lord! what have I done!

I puft at all the Threats of Heaven, And slighted all its Charms: Nor Satan's Fetters would I leave For Christ's inviting Arms.

I had a Soul, but priz'd it not; And now my Soul is gone. My forced Cries do pierce the Skies; Ah, Lord! what have I done!