733    S.M.     B. Beddome
“Out of the heart proceed evil thoughts.” Matt. 15. 19

1 Astonished and distressed,
  I turn my eyes within;
  My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
  The seat of every sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
  What vile affections there!
  Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
  Pride, envy, slavish fear.

3 Almighty King of saints,
  These tyrant-lusts subdue;
  Expel the darkness of my mind,
  And all my powers renew.

4 This done, my cheerful voice
  Shall loud hosannas raise;
  My soul shall glow with gratitude,
  My lips proclaim thy praise.