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ZECHARIAH IV. 7, &c.
O great mountain, who art thou,
Immense, immovable?
High as heaven aspires thy brow,
Thy foot sinks deep as hell!
Thee, alas! I long have known,
Long have felt thee fix'd within;
Still beneath thy weight I groan:
Thou art Indwelling Sin.
Immense, immovable?
High as heaven aspires thy brow,
Thy foot sinks deep as hell!
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Long have felt thee fix'd within;
Still beneath thy weight I groan:
Thou art Indwelling Sin.
Thou art darkness in my mind,
Perverseness in my will;
Love inordinate and blind,
Which always cleaves to ill;
Every passion's wild excess,
Anger, lust, and pride thou art;
Self, and sin, and sinfulness,
And unbelief of heart.
Perverseness in my will;
Love inordinate and blind,
Which always cleaves to ill;
Every passion's wild excess,
Anger, lust, and pride thou art;
Self, and sin, and sinfulness,
And unbelief of heart.
Not by human might or power
Canst thou be moved from hence;
But thou shalt flow down before
Divine Omnipotence:
My Zerubbabel is near;
I have not believed in vain:
Thou, when Jesus doth appear,
Shalt sink into a plain.
Canst thou be moved from hence;
But thou shalt flow down before
Divine Omnipotence:
My Zerubbabel is near;
I have not believed in vain:
Thou, when Jesus doth appear,
Shalt sink into a plain.
Christ, the Head, the Corner-Stone,
Shall be brought forth in me:
Glory be to Christ alone!
His grace shall set me free:
I shall shout my Saviour's name;
Him I evermore shall praise,
All the work of grace proclaim,
Of sanctifying grace.
Shall be brought forth in me:
Glory be to Christ alone!
His grace shall set me free:
I shall shout my Saviour's name;
Him I evermore shall praise,
All the work of grace proclaim,
Of sanctifying grace.
Christ hath the foundation laid,
And Christ shall build me up;
Surely I shall soon be made
Partaker of my hope:
Author of my faith He is,
He its Finisher shall be;
Perfect love shall seal me His
To all eternity.
And Christ shall build me up;
Surely I shall soon be made
Partaker of my hope:
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He its Finisher shall be;
Perfect love shall seal me His
To all eternity.
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