Lamentations 5:16: The crown is fallen from our head, &c

Father, I now my sin confess,
The cause of all my sad distress
Compell'd alas to know;
Spoil'd of my crown by sin I am;
It turns my glory into shame
And everlasting woe.

I feel the meaning of this pain,
To Thee against myself complain.
My own destroyer I:
Unless Thou take my sin away,
Unless my bosom-foe Thou slay,
I faint, despair, and die.

O may Thy sweet implanted love
This root of bitterness remove.
This carnal mind destroy;
Renew'd in perfect righteousness
My soul shall then be life and peace
And pure eternal joy.