I fault and correct thy laws to suit myself,
Instead of thee I look to man's approbation,
and I am by nature and idolater.
Lord, it is my chief design to bring my heart back
to thee.
Take away my roving eye, curious ear, greedy
appetite, lustful heart;
show me that none of these things
can heal a wounded conscience,
or support a tottering frame,
or uphold a departing spirit,
then take me to the cross
and leave me there.
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