C.M. Philippians ii. 13. 1 I SEEM desirous to repent, But cannot without thee Soften this hard heart, or lament My own obduracy; Gladly I would thy word believe, My dear Redeemer know, But neither can rejoice, nor grieve, Till thou the power bestow.
2 I would more sensibly distressed, Throughout this evil day Struggle to utter my request. But cannot, cannot pray, Until the Spirit from on high His needful aid impart, And raise a supplicating cry Within my broken heart.
3 My want of thankfulness, and love, And every grace, I own, Nor will the mountains e'er remove Till thou, my God, come down; Till thou thine own desires fulfil, Thyself to sinners join, And kindly work in me to will And do the will divine.
