Hymn 11
Jehovah Our Righteousness
Jehovah Our Righteousness
Jeremiah xxiii. 6
Jeremiah xxiii. 6
My God! how perfect are thy ways!
But mine polluted are;
Sin twines itself about my praise,
And slides into my pray’r.
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.
Divine desire, that holy flame
Thy grace creates in me;
Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to thee.
This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow?
While self upon the surface floats
Still bubbling from below.
Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine;
The Lord shall be my righteousness,
The Lord for ever mine.