1 Holy and true, and righteous Lord,
I wait to prove thy perfect will:
Be mindful of thy gracious word;
And stamp me with thy Spirit’s seal.
2 Open my faith’s interior eye:
Display thy glory from above;
And all I am shall sink and die,
Lost in astonishment and love!
3 Confound, o’erpow'r me by thy grace:
I would be by myself abhor'd:
All might, all majesty, all praise,
All glory be to Christ my Lord!
4 Now let me gain perfection’s height;
Now let me into nothing fall,
As less than nothing in thy sight,
And feel that Christ is all in all.
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First Line: | Holy and true, and righteous Lord |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Petition |