Verse 1
Where, my soul, is now thy boast?
Where the sense of sin forgiven?
Destitute, tormented, lost,
Down the stream of nature driven,
Crush’d by sin’s redoubled load;
Where, my soul, is now thy God!
Verse 2
Far from me my God is gone,
All my joys with him are fled,
Every comfort is withdrawn,
Peace is lost, and hope is dead;
Sin, and only sin I feel,
Pride, and lust, and self, and hell.
Verse 3
Did I then my soul deceive?
Rashly claim a part in thee?
Did I, Lord, in vain believe,
Falsely hope thou diedst for me?
Must I back my hopes restore,
Trust thou diedst for me no more.
Verse 4
No—I never will resign
What of thee by faith I know;
Never cease to call thee mine,
Never will I let thee go;
Be it I my soul deceive,
Yet I will, I will believe.
Verse 5
Tho’ I groan beneath thy frown,
Hence I will not cannot fly;
Tho’ thy justice cast me down,
At thy mercy-seat I ly;
Let me here my sentence meet,
Let me perish at thy feet!