Hymns for Love, 11

Full of sin and void of Thee,
Lord, my real state I see.
Ask according to Thy will,
Thou Thy own desire fulfil.
Take this evil all away.
Give the good for which I pray.

Granting my incessant suit,
Sin destroy, both branch and root,
All the unregenerate mind,
All my heart to sin inclined,
All my bent to sin remove,
Cast it out by purest love.

Purest love, and joy, and peace,
Everlasting righteousness,
All the good vith Christ bestow'd,
All the plenitude of God,
Bring into my new-born soul,
Consecrate, and fill the whole.

Nothing more can I desire.
Nothing less will I require,
God supreme for ever bless'd.
Come and in Thy temple rest.
Father, Son, and Spirit come.
Seal me Thine eternal home.