The Prayer of a faithless Son
My thoughts of sweet content do flee!
When I with certain flesh incline
Those sins that Christ did once deny
Forsaking all and loving me
What ought my heart to Him now say?
Lest once despising that great love
Be found in Him a cast away.
Lord by all thy strength and good
Lay waste the foolish heart impure
And with Thy rod behove to truth
This vessel made of flesh and blood
Come lead me now my God of might
Whose mercies every quick repair
The faithless heart whose sin takes flight.
