No Strength Of Nature Can Suffice To Serve The Lord Aright: And What She Has She Misapplies, For Want Of Clearer Light. How Long Beneath The Law I Lay In Bondage And Distress! I Toil'D The Precept To Obey, But Toil'D Without Success. Then, To Abstain From Outward Sin Was More Than I Could Do; Now, If I Feel Its Power Within, I Feel I Hate It Too. Then, All My Servile Works Were Done A Righteousness To Raise; Now, Freely Chosen In The Son, I Freely Choose His Ways. 'What Shall I Do,' Was Then The Word, 'That I May Worthier Grow?' 'What Shall I Render To The Lord?' Is My Inquiry Now. To See The Law By Christ Fulfill'D, And Hear His Pardoning Voice, Changes A Slave Into A Child,[1] And Duty Into Choice.