O what an evil heart have I

Verse 1
O what an evil heart have I,
So cold, and hard, and blind,
With sin so ready to comply,
And cast my God behind!

Verse 2
So apt his mercy to forget,
So soon dissolv’d in ease,
So false, so full of all deceit,
And desperate wickedness!

Verse 3
Long have I murmur’d to be clean,
From all iniquity,
But knew not that I lov’d my sin,
And would not be set free.

Verse 4
Oft when the pleasing ill drew nigh,
And God fore-shew’d my fall,
I would not from temptation fly,
Or heed the Spirit’s call.

Verse 5
His warning voice I would not mind,
But turn’d mine ear away,
And lingring stood, ’till sin should find
And seize its willing prey.

Verse 6
Oft have I ask’d for help, afraid
Lest God my voice should hear,
While with deceitful lips I said
Th’ abominable prayer.

Verse 7
Oft, when he would not let me yield,
But stopt me by his grace,
I rag’d from sin to be with-held,
And burst from his embrace.

Verse 8
When after each foul sinful fall,
I would have all given up,
He would not let me give up all,
But forc’d me still to hope.

Verse 9
Infinite, unexhausted love!
Jesus and love are one:
If still to me thy bowels move,
They are restrain’d to none.

Verse 10
If me, ev’n me thou yet canst spare,
Fury is not in thee;
For all thy tender mercies are,
If mercy is for me.

Verse 11
What shall I do my God to love,
My loving God to praise!
The length, and breadth, and height to prove,
And depth of sovereign grace!

Verse 12
Thy sovereign grace to all extends,
Immense and unconfin’d,
From age to age it never ends,
It reaches all mankind.

Verse 13
Throughout the world its breadth is known,
Wide as infinity,
So wide, it never pass’d by one,
Or it had pass’d by me.

Verse 14
My trespass is grown up to heaven,
But far above the skies,
In Christ abundantly forgiven
I see thy mercies rise.

Verse 15
The depth of all-redeeming love
What angel-tongue can tell!
O may I to the utmost prove
The gift unspeakable!

Verse 16
Deeper than hell, it pluck’d me thence,
Deeper than inbred sin,
Jesus his love my heart shall cleanse,
When Jesus enters in.

Verse 17
Come quickly then, my Lord, and take
Possession of thine own,
My longing heart vouchsafe to make
Thine everlasting throne.

Verse 18
Assert thy claim, receive thy right,
Come quickly from above,
And sink me to perfection’s height,
The depth of humble love.

Hymnal/Album: Introduced in Hymns and Sacred Poems Vol. 1, published by Charles Wesley (Bristol: Felix Farley, 1749). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 4 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1869), page 445.
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