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.
