In Temptation In Temptation. Where, my soul, is now thy boast? Where the sense of sin forgiven? Destitute, tormented, lost, Down the stream of nature driven, Crush'd by sin's redoubled load; Where, my soul, is now thy God! Far from me my God is gone, All my joys with him are fled, Every comfort is withdrawn, Peace is lost, and hope is dead; Sin, and only sin I feel, Pride, and lust, and self, and hell. Did I then my soul deceive? Rashly claim a part in thee? Did I, Lord, in vain believe, Falsely hope thou diedst for me? Must I back my hopes restore, Trust thou diedst for me no more. No I never will resign What of thee by faith I know; Never cease to call thee mine, Never will I let thee go; Be it I my soul deceive, Yet I will, I will believe.