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HYMN 115. (C. M.) Conviction of Sin by the Law, Rom. vii. 8, 9, 14, 24.

I

Lord, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread!
I was alive without the law,
And thought my sins were dead.

II

My hopes of heaven were firm and bright;
But since the precept came
With a convincing power and light,
I find how vile I am.

III

My guilt appear'd but small before,
Till terribly I saw
How perfect, holy, just, and pure,
Was thine eternal law.

IV

Then felt my soul the heavy load
My sins reviv'd again,
I had provok'd a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were slain.

V

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

VI

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