744    112th     John Berridge
“He will reprove ... of sin.” John 16. 8

1 No awful sense we find of sin,
  The sinful life and sinful heart;
  No loathing of the plague within,
  Until the Lord that feel impart;
  But when the Spirit of truth is come,
  A sinner trembles at his doom.

2 Convinced and piercèd through and through,
  He thinks himself the sinner chief;
  And, conscious of his mighty woe,
  Perceives at length his unbelief;
  Good creeds may stock his head around,
  But in his heart no faith is found.

3 No power his nature can afford
  To change his heart, or purge his guilt;
  No help is found but in the Lord,
  No balm but in the blood he spilt;
  A ruined soul, condemned he stands,
  And unto Jesus lifts his hands.

4 So lift I up my hands and eyes,
  And all my help in Jesus seek.
  Lord, bring thy purging sacrifice
  To wash me white, and make me meek;
  And give me more enlargèd faith,
  To view the wonders of thy death.