301    7s     John Berridge
Inconstancy. Ps. 39. 5-7, 11; Job 25. 6

1 Well, at length I plainly see,
  Every man is vanity;
  In his best and brightest form,
  But a shadow or a worm.

2 Such a shade I am in view,
  Empty, dark, and fleeting too;
  Such a worm of nothing worth,
  Crawling out and in the earth.

3 [Very foolish, very base,
  Notwithstanding Jesus’ grace.
  Murmuring oft for gospel-bread,
  Growing wanton when full fed.]

4 [Brisk and dull in half an hour,
  Hot and cold, and sweet and sour;
  Sometimes grave at Jesus’ school,
  Sometimes light, and play the fool.]

5 What a motley wretch am I!
  Full of inconsistency!
  Sure the plague is in my heart,
  Else I could not act this part.

6 Let me come unto my Lord,
  Self-condemnèd and abhorred;
  Take the sinner’s safe retreat,
  Lie and blush at Jesus’ feet.

7 [If my heart is broken well,
  God will surely with me dwell;
  Yet amazèd I would be,
  How the Lord should dwell with me.]