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In a Temptation

Where, my soul, is now thy boast? Where the sense of sin forgiven? Destitute, tormented, lost, Down the stream of nature driven, Crush’d by sin’s redoubled load; Where, my soul, is now thy God?

Far from me my God is gone, All my joys with Him are fled, Every comfort is withdrawn, Peace is lost, and hope is dead; Sin, and only sin I feel, Pride and lust, self-will and hell.

Did I then my soul deceive? Rashly claim a part in Thee? Did I, Lord, in vain believe, Falsely hope Thou diedst for me? Must I back my hopes restore, Trust Thou diedst for me no more?

No—I never will resign What of Thee by faith I know; Never cease to call Thee mine, Never will I let Thee go: Be it I my soul deceive, Yet I will, I will believe.

Though I groan beneath Thy frown, Hence I will not, cannot fly; Though Thy justice cast me down, At thy mercy-seat I lie; Let me here my sentence meet, Let me perish at Thy feet!