When With A Mind Devoutly Pressed

Verse 1

When with my mind devoutly press'd, Dear Saviour, my revolving breast Would past offences trace; Trembling I make the black review, Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too, The pow'r of changing grace.

Verse 2

This tongue with blasphemies defil'd, These feet to erring paths beguil'd, In heav'nly league agree. Who would believe such lips could praise, Or think from dark and winding ways, I e'er should turn to thee?

Verse 3

These eyes that once abus'd the light, Now lift to thee their wat'ry sight, And weep a silent flood; These hands are rais'd in ceaseless pray'r, Oh wash away the stains they wear, In pure redeeming blood.

Verse 4

These ears that once could entertain The midnight oath, the lustful strain, Around the festive board; Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise, Avoid the throng, detest the joys, And long to hear thy word.

Verse 5

Thus art thou serv'd in ev'ry part, Go on, bless'd Lord to cleanse my heart, That drossy thing refine; That grace may nature's pow'rs control, And a new creature, body, soul, Be all and wholly thine!