Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 67
67.
Jehovah our Righteousness.—Jer. xxiii, 6.C.
1 My God, how perfect are thy ways!
But mine polluted are;
Sin twines itself about my praise,
And slides into my prayer.
But mine polluted are;
Sin twines itself about my praise,
And slides into my prayer.
2 When I would speak what thou hast done
To save me from my sin,
I cannot make thy mercies known
But self-applause creeps in.
To save me from my sin,
I cannot make thy mercies known
But self-applause creeps in.
3 Divine desire, that holy flame,
Thy grace creates in me;
Alas! impatience is its name
When it returns to thee.
Thy grace creates in me;
Alas! impatience is its name
When it returns to thee.
4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow!
While self upon the surface floats,
Still bubbling from below.
How does it overflow!
While self upon the surface floats,
Still bubbling from below.
5 Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merits shine,
The Lord shall be my righteousness,
The Lord for ever mine.
Of fancied merits shine,
The Lord shall be my righteousness,
The Lord for ever mine.