1089    C.M.     J. Kent
In-dwelling Sin. Rom. 7. 14-24; Isa. 52. 3

1 Sold under sin, was Paul’s complaint;
  He felt its galling load,
  Though he, by calling, was a saint,
  And rightly taught of God.

2 Like him, we daily feel the same,
  And long to be dissolved;
  Oppressed by sins of every name,
  How oft are we involved!

3 But he that feels pollution most,
  Defiled throughout by sin,
  Will never of his goodness boast,
  But mourn the plague within.

4 Distressed at heart, he’ll tell his God
  He feels it every day;
  And to the fount of Jesus’ blood
  For pardon haste away.

5 Sinless perfection we deny,
  The chief of Satan’s wiles;
  Do thou, my soul, to Calvary fly,
  As oft as sin defiles.