Matthew 17: Confounded by Thy glory near

Confounded by Thy glory near,
Saviour, to dissipate my fear.
Apply Thine outstretch'd hand,
Bid this poor abject soul arise.
Behold m.y Lord before mine eyes,
And in Thy presence stand.

O that I none beside might see.
Left by Thy saints alone with Thee!
I ask no other grace;
Visions and ecstasies forego.
My whole delight Thy love to know,
And see Thy smiling face.

Put forth the virtue of Thy love,
Which only can my guilt remove,
My conscience purify;
Expel the unbelieving sin,
Make all my heart and nature clean.
And lift me to the sky.