How helpless guilty nature lies
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How helpless guilty nature lies,Unconscious of its load!The heart, unchanged, can never riseTo happiness and God.
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Can aught, beneath a power divine,The stubborn will subdue?'T is thine, almighty Spirit! thine,To form the heart anew.
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'T is thine, the passions to recall,And upward bid them rise;To make the scales of error fallFrom reason's darkened eyes.
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Oh change these wretched hearts of ours,And give them life divine;Then shall our passions and our powers,Almighty Lord! be thine.