Just such a wretch am I

Verse 1
Just such a wretch am I,
Who underneath the rod
Sin on self-harden’d, and defy
The utmost wrath of God:
The deeper in distress,
The farther I rebel,
As bent to claim for my own place
The hottest place in hell.

Verse 2
Tis not in pain to move
This most obdurate heart;
Only the power of bleeding love
Can stone to flesh convert,
Bid my rebellions end,
And wash the Ethiop white,
And change a foul incarnate fiend
Into a child of light.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “In the time of his distress did he trespass yet more against the Lord.”—[II. Chron.] xxviii. 22. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 216.
Publishing: Public Domain