Hymns for Love, 33

Prone to ill, averse from good,
Plagued by passions unsubdued.
My continual want of grace
Need I, Lord, to Thee confess?

Grace if Thou forbear to give,
Me if Thou one moment leave.
Well Thou know'st I surely shall
Into sin that moment fall.

I'his alas, I always feel.
Till Thou dost the plague expel.
Slay the foes Thou dost control
Change the bias of my soul:

Make me, through Thy wondrous name,
The reverse of what I am,
Copy true of what Thou art.
Lowly, meek, and pure in heart.

To Thy only will resign'd.
One with Thee in heart and mind:
Then matured for joys above
Swallow up my soul in love.