By A Collection of Hymns

      7s & 6s. Zechariah iv. 7.
      1 O GREAT mountain, who art thou,
      Immense, immovable?
      High as heaven aspires thy brow,
      Thy foot sinks deep as hell!
      Thee, alas, I long have known,
      Long have felt thee fixed within;
      Still beneath thy weight I groan;
      Thou art Indwelling Sin.

      2 Thou art darkness in my mind,
      Perverseness in my will,
      Love inordinate and blind,
      That always cleaves to ill;
      Every passion's wild excess,
      Anger, lust, and pride, thou art;
      Thou art sin and sinfulness,
      And unbelief of heart.

      3 Not by human might or power
      Canst thou be moved from hence;
      But thou shalt flow down before
      Divine omnipotence;
      My Zerubbabel is near;
      I have not believed in vain;
      Thou, when Jesus doth appear,
      Shalt sink into a plain.

      4 Christ the head, the corner-stone,
      Shall be brought forth in me;
      Glory be to Christ alone!
      His grace shall set me free;
      I shall shout my Saviour's name,
      Him I evermore shall praise;
      All the work of grace proclaim,
      Of sanctifying grace.

      5 Christ hath the foundation laid,
      And Christ shall build me up;
      Surely I shall soon be made
      Partaker of my hope;
      Author of my faith he is,
      He its finisher shall be;
      Perfect love shall seal me his
      To all eternity.