Another, Part 2

Yet soon my wretched heart
To folly turn'd again.
How could I, Lord, from Thee depart,
And make Thy mercy vain?
Twas pride my soul betray'd;
I lost my poverty,
An idol of Thy gifts I made,
And loved them more than Thee.

Thy perfect comeliness,
In which my soul did shine,
Dazzled my eyes; Thy glorious dress
I fondly counted mine:
With sacrilegious boast
I spread mine own renown,
And in Thy beauty put my trust,
And call'd it all my own.

I thought not of my God,
Nor call'd to mind the day
When naked, foul, and in my blood,
And loathed of all, I lay:
None cast a pitying eye,
None could assistance give,
Till Jesus graciously pass'd by,
And bade the sinner live.

Why did I this forget,
So soon return to sin?
How weak my heart that could submit,
And let the mischief in!
I fell, alas! through pride;
I needed not Thy blood,
As when I felt it first, and cried,
"Thou art my Lord, my God!"

O that I once again
"My Lord, my God " could cry!
Dost Thou not on my sin and pain
Still cast a pitying eye?
Thy mercy still is free;
For aggravated guilt,
For sinners foul and black as me
Thy precious blood was spilt.

Thou seest me lost in shame,
But Thou canst still forgive;
Polluted in my blood I am,
But Thou canst bid me live.
O, speak the gracious word,
Thy mercy let me prove;
Stand still, and look upon me, Lord,
Make this the time of love.

Jesu, if Thou hast died
My worthless soul to win,
Spread over me Thy skirt, and hide
My nakedness and sin:
Impute Thy righteousness,
Wash away all my blood,
Adorn me now with every grace,
And feed, and fill with God.