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 Self-Acquaintance by William Cowper 
						Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart,Which of itself complains,
 And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
 The evil it contains.
 
 There fiery seeds of anger lurk,
 Which often hurt my frame;
 And wait but for the tempter's work,
 To fan them to a flame.
 
 Legality holds out a bribe
 To purchase life from Thee;
 And Discontent would fain prescribe
 How Thou shalt deal with me.
 
 While Unbelief withstands Thy grace,
 And puts the mercy by,
 Presumption, with a brow of brass,
 Says, "Give me, or I die!"
 
 How eager are my thoughts to roam,
 In quest of what they love!
 But ah! when duty calls them home,
 How heavily they move!
 
 Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour's blood,
 Transform me by Thy power,
 And make me Thy beloved abode,
 And let me roam no more.
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