On Thee, O God of purity

On Thee, O God of purity,
I wait for hallowing grace;
None without holiness shall see
The glories of Thy face.
In souls unholy and unclean
Thou never canst delight;
Nor shall they, while unsaved from sin,
Appear before Thy sight.

Thou hatest all that evil do,
Or speak iniquity;
The hearts unkind, and hearts untrue,
Are both abhorr'd by Thee.
The greatest and minutest fault
Shall find its fearful doom;
Sinners in deed, or Avord, or thought.
Thou surely shalt consume.

But as for me, with humble fear
I will approach Thy gate,
Though most unworthy to draw near,
Or in Thy courts to wait:
I trust in Thy unbounded grace,
To all so freely given.
And worship toward Thy holy place.
And lift my soul to heaven.

Lead me in all Thy righteous ways.
Nor suffer me to slide.
Point out the path before my face;
My God, be Thou my guide!
The cruel power, the guileful art,
Of all my foes suppress.
Whose throat 's an open grave, whose heart
Is desperate wickedness.

Thou, Lord, shalt drive them from Thy face,
And finally consume;
Thy wrath on the rebellious race
Shall to the utmost come.
But all who put their trust in Thee
Thy mercy shall proclaim
And sing, with cheerful melody,
Their dear Redeemer's name.

Protected by Thy guardian grace,
They shall extol Thy power.
Rejoice, give thanks, and shout Thy praise.
And triumph evermore:
They never shall to evil yield,
Defended from above,
And kept and cover'd with the shield
Of Thine almighty love.