The Inconstant Heart

Ah! vile, ungrateful heart,
That can from Jesus thus depart,
Thus fond of trifles vainly rove,
Forgetful of a Saviour's love!

In vain I charge my thoughts to stay,
And chide each vanity away;
In vain, alas! resolve to bind
This rebel heart, this wandering mind.

Through all resolves, how soon it flies'
And mocks the weak, the slender ties!
There's nought beneath a pow'r divine,
That can this roving heart confine.

Jesus, to thee I would return,
At thy dear feet repentant mourn;
There let me view thy pard'ning love,
And never from thy sight remove.

O let thy love with sweet control,
Bind all the passions of my soul,
Bid ev'ry vanity depart,
And dwell forever in my heart.