Hymns for Love, 2

Son of the living God most high.
On Thee, the woman's Seed, I call,
Hear an apostate spirit's cry.
Redeem Thy creature from his fall:

Thy hatred of the hellish seed,
Thy holiness on me bestow,
Thou Bruiser of the serpent's head.
Destroyer of his works below.

The' abominable thing by Thee
The God of purity abhorr'd,
O let it be abhorr'd by me,
Become one spirit with my Lord!

Thy strong antipathy to sin,
Thy sinless nature now impart,
Thy love of righteousness bring in,
And change, entirely change my heart.

If now in me Thy Spirit stirs.
And groans the' inexplicable groan,
If now my soul the sin abhors,
Which nature hugs, and calls her own.

Deepen and fix the enmity.
This contrariety to ill;
This horror of offending Thee
O may I every moment feel!

Thee let me still my refuge know,
Till Thee the end of sin I find.
Excluder of the inbred foe.
Destroyer of the carnal mind;

Thyself the Finisher reveal,
The fatal stumbling-block remove.
And claim my ransom'd soul, and fill
Its whole capacity with love.