1 Ah Lord! ah Lord! what have I done?
What will become of me?
What shall I say, what shall I do?
Or whither shall I flee?

2 By wand'ring I have lost myself,
And here I make my moan:
O whither, whither have I stray'd!
Ah! Lord what have I done?

3 Thy candle searches all my rooms,
And now I plainly see,
The num'rous sins of earth and hell
Are summed up in me.

4 The seeds of all the ills that grow,
Are in my garden sown,
And multitudes of them are sprung;
Ah! Lord what have I done?

5 I have been Satan's willing slave,
And his most easy prey:
He was not readier to command
Than I was to obey:

6 Or, if at times he left my soul,
Yet still his works went on:
I was a tempter to myself;
Ah, Lord1 what have I done!

7 I puft at all the threats of heav'n,
And slighted all its charms:
Nor Satan's fetters would I leave
For Christ's inviting arms.

8 I had a soul but priz'd it not;
And now my soul is gone,
My forced cries do pierce the skies;
Ah, Lord! what have I done!