I daily fail

(James Meikle, "A Secret Survey into the
State of the Soul")

My daily vain thoughts and errors who can
understand, for they are innumerable? Yet
my daily complaint is against them, "O who
shall deliver me from this body of death?"
and my continual struggle is to oppose them.

These things make me humble, and a daily
suppliant to free grace, and give a continued
demonstration of my own abominable vileness.

I daily fail, but I daily bewail myself, and
daily dip myself in the fountain opened for
sin and for uncleanness.