After a Recovery, Hymn 6

Jesu, Shepherd of the sheep,
Pity my unsettled soul;
Guide, and nourish me, and keep,
Till Thy love shall make me whole
Give me, perfect soundness give,
Make me steadfastly believe.

Jesus, I behold Thee now;
But my ever roving eye
Loses Thee, I know not how,
Soon I faint, fall back, and die;
Doubt again my heart assails,
Unbelief again prevails.

I am never at one stay,
Changing every hour I am,
But Thou art, as yesterday,
Now, and evermore the same;
Constancy to me impart,
Stablish with Thy grace my heart.

Lay Thy weighty cross on me,
All my unbelief control:
Till the rebel cease to be,
Keep him down within my soul:
That he never more may move,
Root, and ground me fast in love.

Give me faith to hold me up
Walking over life's rough sea;
Holy purifying hope
Still my soul's sure anchor be:
That I may be always Thine,
Perfect me in love Divine.