1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies, Heavy and cold within my breast Just like a rock of ice!
2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits Upon this flinty throne, And every grace lies buried deep Beneath this heart of stone.
3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above! This mountain presses down my faith, And chills my flaming love.
4 When smiling mercy courts my soul With all its heavenly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing Would thrust it from my arms.
5 Against the thunders of thy word Rebellious I have stood, My heart it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a God.
6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine In thine own crimson sea: None but a bath of blood divine Can melt the flint away.