Verse 1
I seem desirous to repent,
But cannot, without Thee,
Soften the stony, or lament
My own obduracy:
Gladly I woud thy word believe,
My dear Redeemer know,
But neither can rejoice, or grieve,
Till Thou the power bestow.
Verse 2
I woud, more sensibly distrest,
Throughout this evil day
Struggle to utter my request,
But cannot, cannot pray,
Until the Spirit from on high
His needful aid impart,
And raise a supplicating cry
Within my broken heart.
Verse 3
My want of thankfulness and love
And every grace I own,
Nor will the mountains e’er remove
Till Thou my God come down,
Till Thou thine own desires fulfil,
Thyself to sinners join,
And kindly work in me to will
And do the will divine.