My God! how perfect are Thy ways!
But mine polluted are;
Sin twines itself about my praise,
And slides into my prayer.
And slides into my prayer.
When I would speak what Thou hast done
To save me from my sin;
I cannot make Thy mercies known
But self-applause creeps in.
But self-applause creeps in.
Divine desire, that holy flame
Thy grace creates in me;
Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to me.
When it returns to me.
Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine;
The Lord shall be my righteousness
The Lord forever mine.
The Lord forever mine.
The Lord forever mine.
The Lord forever mine.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI