Hymn 67
William Cowper
8,6,8,6
JEHOVAH our righteousness.
Jer 23:685 My God! how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer. | When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin; I cannot make thy mercies known But self–applause creeps in. | Divine desire, that holy flame Thy grace creates in me; Alas! impatience is its name, When it returns to thee. | This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, How does it overflow? While self upon the surface floats Still bubbling from below. | Let others in the gaudy dress Of fancied merit shine; The LORD shall be my righteousness The LORD for ever mine. | |