On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 21: For Any Who Think They Have Already Attained

Omnipotent, omniscient Lord,
Present in heaven, and earth, and hell,
Spirit and soul-dividing Word,
Searcher of hearts unsearchable,
Behold us with Thine eyes of flame,
And tell me what by grace I am.

We would not our own souls deceive,
Or fondly rest in grace begun:
Thy wise discerning unction give,
And make us know as we are known;
Search, and try out our hearts, and reins,
And show if sin in us remains.

Thy thoughts and ways are not as ours,
Thou only know'st what is in man;
Even now we taste the heavenly powers;
But tell us, are we born again?
Are we redeem'd from inbred sin?
What saith the Oracle within?

Shine on the work Thyself hast wrought,
If Thou hast wrought the work in me:
Or show us, if we know Thee not:
Am I, my God, stopp'd short of Thee?
The powerful, quick conviction dart,
And shine in every naked heart.

Thou wouldst not have Thy children stray,
Thou never canst mislead the blind;
If brought into Thy perfect way,
O let us now the Witness find,
And shout to hear Thy speaking blood,
And echo to the voice of God.

Touching this thing we all agree,
Father, to ask in Jesu's name,
That each his true estate may see:
In faith we now the promise claim;
Now, now for Jesu's sake reveal
Our inward heaven, or inward hell.

Send forth Thy pure, unerring light,
Jesus, the Truth, the Life, the Way,
And guide our helpless spirits right,
That all may see Thy perfect day,
May all Thy glorious fulness prove,
The depth of everlasting love.