46    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Conviction of Sin by the Law. Rom. 5. 20

1 Lord, how secure my conscience was,
  And felt no inward dread!
  I was alive without thy law,
  And thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright,
  But since the precept came
  With a convincing power and light,
  I find how vile I am.

3 [My guilt appeared but small before,
  Till terribly I saw
  How perfect, holy, just, and pure
  Was thy eternal law!

4 Then felt my soul the heavy load;
  My sins revived again;
  I had provoked a dreadful God,
  And all my hopes were slain.]

5 Thy gracious throne I bow beneath;
  Lord, thou alone canst save;
  O break the yoke of sin and death,
  And thus redeem the slave.