1

O hardened, harden'd heart of mine,
That loads me with distress;
And doth like iron fetters bind
My soul from happiness.

2

O was there ever wretch on earth
In such a state as I?
Expos'd to everlasting death,
Unwilling yet to fly.

3

Mount Sina's thunder doth not wake
Me from this stupid frame;
Nor doth the love of Jesus break
My heart in to a flame.

4

The greatest grief that I endure,
Or trials that I find,
Is, that I am distress'd no more
With this unfeeling mind.

5

I mourn, because I cannot mourn,
And grieve, because not griev'd,
I think, I long from sin to turn,
Yet fear I am deceiv'd.

6

Good God, receive me as I am,
And let me see thy face;
And all my heart and soul inflame
With thy redeeming grace.