English poem
The SINNER. From the same
by John Wesley (1703–1791)
When all the Secrets of my Heart With Horror, Lord, I see, Thine is, I find, the smallest Part, Tho' All be due to Thee. Thy Footsteps scarce appear within, But Lusts a countless Crowd; Th'immense Circumference is Sin, A Point is all my Good.
O break my Bonds, let Sin enthrall My struggling Soul no more; Hear thy fall'n Creature's feeble Call, Thine Image O restore! And tho' my Heart senseless and hard To Thee can scarcely groan, Yet O remember, gracious Lord, Thou once didst write in Stone!
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