1031    7s     Henry Fowler
“Behold, I am vile.” Job 40. 4; Ps. 51. 5; Dan. 9. 7

1 What a vile, deceitful heart,
  Filled with sin in every part;
  But for free and sovereign grace,
  Hell had been my destined place.

2 Called by grace these many years,
  Rescued from ten thousand fears;
  Yet a flagrant rebel still,
  Tossed about with every ill.

3 Thus I’m burdened, thus I groan,
  And my sad condition moan;
  Can a sinner thus beguiled
  Be the Lord’s adopted child?

4 Lord, how rich and free thy grace
  To appoint a resting-place;
  While within, and all around,
  Comforts fail, and sins abound.