5.
The Good I would I oft omit;
The Ill would not I commit.
What in the Spirit I begin
The Flesh constrains to end in Sin.
6.
After my Washing I am Stain'd;
After my Conquests I am Maim'd;
After Repentance Fall again;
When Life's renew'd by Sin I'm slain.
7.
Soon my Devotion lags and tires,
But rarely sensual Joy expires.
My Vows I break; to Sin I'm bent,
Tho' checkt with fear of Punishment.
8.
Ill Thoughts within my Bosom dwell;
The Tongue's oft set on Fire of Hell:
Seated between my Brain and Heart
Both unto it ill Words impart.
9.
In this sad plight where shall I go?
There's none but God can ease my Woe.
His Spirit alone can guide my way;
Without Him I shall ever stray.
10.
Lord, Pardon will do little good;
Or ev'n thy Son's Balsamick Blood;
Unless thy Spirit set me free
From Sins dark Power and Slavery.
11.
Therefore make good thy Promise Lord;
Thy Powerful Aid to me afford:
That no Presumptuous Sin may Reign,
Or ought my Innocency stain.
12.
My Appetites my Eye and Ear,
