Verse 1
Besieging still thy gracious throne
For our deluded Friend,
We pray, and plead, and wrestle on
Till Thou deliverance send:

Verse 2
Beguil’d like poor, unwary Eve,
By the old Serpent’s art,
No more permit him to deceive
Or blind her simple heart.

Verse 3
Dissolve the charm which long hath held
A soul that woud do right,
Disperse the cloud which hath conceal’d
Her Duty from her sight.

Verse 4
Duty and inclination, Lord,
Must struggle in her breast,
Till Thou pronounce the powerful word
Which turns her to her Rest.

Verse 5
O woudst Thou now thine Arm display
On which our hopes depend,
The strong Delusion chase away,
The hour of darkness end!

Verse 6
Her sins of ignorance forgive,
That, when thy mind is known,
She may to Thee intirely live,
And serve thy will alone.