HYMN XVIII. Conviction of sin by the law, Ro. vii, 8, &c

Lord, how secure my conscience lay, And felt no inward dread; I liv'd awhile without the law, And thought my sins were dead.

My hopes of heaven were firm and bright, But since the precept came I stand convicted by its light, And find how vile I am.

I'm like a helpless captive sold, Beneath the power of sin; I cannot do the good I would, Nor keep my conscience clean.

My God, I'll cry with every breath, For some kind power to save, To break the yoke of sin and death, And thus redeem the slave.