Preparation for Death, 23

Thou hast restrain'd my soul from sin.
And still, O Lord, restrain,
Till, born of God, and pure within,
I cannot sin again:
I cannot Thy good Spirit grieve,
Or take the tempter's part,
Or basely to the creature cleave,
When Thou hast all my heart.

O that it might this moment be,
O that I now could prove
The bless'd impossibility
Of trampling on Thy love!
Instant for this Thou hear'st me pray
With groans unspeakable,
O take the carnal mind away,
And empty me of hell.
Thy nature's purity reveal,
And plant Thy heaven in me;
And now my gasping spirit fill
With love's immensity:
The love which casts out fear and sin,
Which Thou, my Jesus, art,
Bring with Thy Father's fulness in,
And take up all my heart.
Then shall I never more offend
My Saviour's glorious eyes,
But walk with my indwelling Friend,
Unspotted, to the skies;
Obtain the' inheritance prepared
For all the sons of grace,
And find my full immense reward
In my Redeemer's face.