O’ Lord, your Word I did intake,
Though my hands have not sinned, my evil heart disagrees,
Sin after sin, I doth partake,
Wickedness abounds in many degrees,
But day by day, my soul I consecrate,
Until one day, He again appears,
I shall learn to detest my fallen state,
In my miserable grief, He draws near,
Many empty promises I often make,
Against my God, my idols I hold dear,
Nonetheless, His promise to me will never forsake,
Through repentant prayer, may my spirit be free,
From the shame and guilt that steals my sleep and keeps me awake,
Forevermore shall my heart sing to thee in jubilee!