Verse 1
Try me, O Lord, and search my Heart,
Nor let me my own Soul deceive,
Tell me, Omniscient as Thou art,
Do I indeed my Foes forgive,
As GOD in Grace divinely free,
Hath for thy sake forgiven me!

Verse 2
Is it for thy dear sake alone
My most injurious Foes I love?
Or aim I at my own Renown,
And mimick what I must approve,
While by a specious shew I hide
The Baseness of vindictive Pride.

Verse 3
It speaks a weak ignoble Soul
Injurious Evil to return:
But do I, Lord, my Wrath controul,
With-held by honourable Scorn,
And skilfully my Sore conceal,
Too proud to tell the Pain I feel.

Verse 4
I am not now condemn’d within,
Or conscious of the Ill I fear,
Pure of the Unforgiving Sin,
Thow knowst I think myself sincere:
But make me, Jesus, as Thou art,
But bless me with a simple Heart.

Verse 5
O could I view them with thine eyes
Thine eyes, before they clos’d in death,
Embrace my mortal enemies
And bless them with my latest breath,
And die, that they may live forgiven,
May follow, whom they send, to heaven.