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BOOK I. 1 MY God, how perfect are thy ways ! But mine polluted are ; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer.

2 When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin, I cannot make thy mercies known But self-applause creeps in.

3 Divine desire, that holy flame, Thy grace creates in me ; Alas ! impatience is its name When it returns to thee.

4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, How does it overflow ! While self upon the surface floats, Still bubbling from below.

5 Let others in the gaudy dress Of fancied merits shine, The Lord shall be my righteousness, The Lord for ever mine.

1 MY God, till I received thy stroke, How like a beast was I ! So unaccustom d to the yoke, So backward to comply.

2 With grief my just reproach I bear, Shame fills me at the thought ; How frequent my rebellions were ! What wickedness I wrought !

3 Thy merciful restraint I scorn d, And left the pleasant road ; Yet turn me, and I shall be turn d: Thou art the Lord my God.