The Evil Heart
by Augustus Toplady (1740-1778)

stonished and distressed,
I turn mine eyes within:
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The seat of every sin.

What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear.

Almighty King of saints,
These tyrant lusts subdue;
Expel the darkness of my mind,
And all my pow'rs renew.

This done, my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,
My lips proclaim Thy praise.

—from Worthy Is the Lamb (Soli Deo Gloria, 2004).

salme 16 (Geneva Bible)
Michtam of Dauid.

1 Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.
2 O my soule, thou hast sayd vnto the Lorde, Thou art my Lord: my weldoing extendeth not to thee,
3 But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delite is in them.
4 The sorowes of them, that offer to an other god, shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I not offer, neither make mention of their names with my lips.
5 The Lorde is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou shalt mainteine my lot.
6 The lines are fallen vnto me in pleasant places: yea, I haue a faire heritage.
7 I wil prayse the Lorde, who hath giuen me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nightes.
8 I haue set the Lord alwayes before me: for hee is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.
9 Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth rest in hope.
10 For thou wilt not leaue my soule in the graue: neither wilt thou suffer thine holy one to see corruption.
11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy: and at thy right hand there are pleasures for euermore.

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