279    L.M.     W. Hammond
Conflict. Rom. 7. 15-24; Gal. 5. 17

1 How shall I pour out my complaint,
  Or tell the Lord my sore distress?
  Yet he espies my every want,
  My weakness, sin, and foolishness.

2 Stupid, secure, and hard, and blind,
  Withered and dead, and rooted up;
  To endless death I seem consigned;
  So destitute of cheering hope.

3 Uneasy when I feel my load;
  Uneasy when I feel it not;
  Dissatisfied for want of God,
  Though oft of him I’ve not a thought.

4 I cannot frame a good desire,
  If all the world to me was given;
  I cannot to a wish aspire,
  If one good wish would purchase heaven.

5 Sometimes I follow after God;
  Sometimes I carelessly retreat;
  For mercy now I cry aloud,
  And now in stubborn silence sit.

6 O Prince of life, with power descend;
  Thy blood apply, my conscience clear;
  Then shall this legal conflict end,
  And perfect love cast out sad fear.