Self-Despair

Verse 1

Lord, I despair myself to heal; I see my sin, but can not feel; I can not, till thy Spirit blow, And bid th' obedient waters flow.

Verse 2

'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give; Thy gifts I only can receive; Here, then, to thee I all resign; To draw, redeem, and seal--are thine.

Verse 3

With simple faith, on thee I call-- My light, my life, my Lord, my all: I wait the moving of the pool; I wait the word that speaks me whole.

Verse 4

Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure-- Make my infected nature pure: Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart!