1.

Thine ear, my God, propitious lend;
O ever just and true, extend
Thy pity, while to Thee I pray,
Nor serutinize with strict survey
Thy servant's Acts; for who, O who,
Shall pure of guilt approach thy view?

2.

Thou seest the Foe with furious strife
My soul pursue; to earth my life
He treads, and in the horrid gloom,
(As those who 'mid the silent tomb
Through ages sleep,) from human eye
Secluded far, has bid me lie.

3.

I feel my vital strength depart,
And wild amazement fills my heart:
But, backward borne to periods past,
Thy Mercies, Lord, my thoughts have trac'd;
And in my breast recorded stand
The wonders of thy mighty hand.

4.

Aloft my suppliant palms I spread;
Nor more the glebe, its moisture fled,
Longs the descending show'r to see,
Than thirsts my wearied soul for Thee:
O hide not, Lord, thy face, but save
Thy servant from the yawning grave.

5.

O let the hour that wakes the day
Thy Mercy to my car convey:
While (for on Thee my hope depends)
In fervent thought my mind ascends,
Expectant, tow'rd thy heav'nly Seat,
Train to the paths of Truth my feet.

6.

To Thee, my refuge, Lord, I fly;
Do Thou the deaths that wait me nigh
Repel. My will to thine (for Thou,
Thou, art my God) corrective bow,
And give me, by thy Spirit led,
The Land of Righteousness to tread.

7.

Thy wonted mercy, Lord, impart,
O quicken with thy grace my heart,
And let thy Justice interpose,
My sorrows to relieve, my foes
To crush, and from their rage remove
A Soul devoted to thy Love.