Lord, what a wretched, wretched heart,

Lord, what a wretched, wretched heart,
I feel from day to day;
Vile and unsound in every part;
Subdue it, Lord, I pray.

I groan, and pray, and cry, and strive,
To have it all removed;
Can it be thus in those who live?
In those whom God has loved?

Can such besetting evils dwell
In sinners born of God?
Could black corruptions rise and swell
Where Christ applies his blood?

To thee, dear Lord, for light I cry,
On this my darksome path;
O let thy mercy me supply;
O Lord, increase my faith.