Verse 1
Weakest, when I strongest seem,
Fall’n alas I am thro’ pride,
Sinless then myself I dream,
Pure, and wholly sanctified,
Fold my arms, and take my ease,
Safe in perfect holiness.
Verse 2
Wake my soul to sleep no more,
Give me back my poverty,
’Till the kingdom thou restore:
When it is restor’d in me,
Give me, Lord, myself to feel
Weak, and poor, and nothing still.