On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 16

Get thee behind me, fiend! no more
To flesh or thee I credit give:
The snare is broke, the charm is o'er,
In Jesus I at last believe;
Whate'er I want, whate'er I claim,
Is mine through faith in Jesu's name.

Faith asks impossibilities,
Impossibilities are given;
And I, even I, from sin shall cease,
And live on earth the life of heaven;
I dare believe through Jesu's power,
That I, even I, shall sin no more.

Thy every faithful promise, Lord,
I bring to bear against my sin;
Thy pardoning, and Thy hallowing word,
Thy power, and will to make me clean,
Thy truth, and love, are on my part,
And all Thou hast, and all Thou art.