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334 And makes a wretched thorn like me Bloom as the myrtle or the rose.

4 Dear fountain of delight unknown ! No longer sink below the brim ; But overflow, and pour me down A living and life-giving stream !

5 For sure, of all the plants that share The notice of thy Father s eye, None proves less grateful to his care, Or yields him meaner fruit than I.

1 No strength of nature can suffice To serve the Lord aright ; And what she has she misapplies, For want of clearer light.

2 How long beneath the law I lay In bondage and distress ! I toil d the precept to obey, But toil d without success.

3 Then to abstain from outward sin Was more than I could do : Now, if I feel its power within, I feel I hate it too.

4 Then all my servile works were done A righteousness to raise ; Now freely chosen in the Son, I freely choose his ways.

5 What shall I do, was then the word. That I may worthier grow ? What shall I render to the Lord ? Is my inquiry now.

6 To see the law by Christ fulfiU d, And hear his pard ning voice, Changes a slave into a child, And duty into choice.