Verse 1
God, who only canst abase,
Those that walk in stubborn pride,
Slight the proffers of thy grace,
Fondly in themselves confide,
Whom on my sad heart I bear
Give him to my faithful prayer.

Verse 2
Wilful, ignorant, and blind,
Prone to take the tempter’s part,
Tost about by every wind,
Every smooth Seducer’s art,
Compast with the toils of hell
Sill he sleeps insensible.

Verse 3
Jealous, close, reserv’d, afraid
Of his best, his real friends,
Who shall minister their aid,
Save him from inticing fiends,
From the snares of pleasing vice,
From the latent precipice?

Verse 4
Whom his own vain thoughts expose
Rash in error’s maze to stray,
Listning to Religion’s foes,
Left to infidels a prey,
Led by passion, and by pride,
Safe, he seeks no other Guide.

Verse 5
Giver of the humbling grace,
Opener of the eyes and heart,
Near in this most desperate case
With thy needful aid Thou art,
Friend of human misery,
O command the blind to see.

Verse 6
Bid him now himself mistrust,
Now begin himself to feel,
Conscious that he is but dust,
Wretched, frail, and fallible,
Passion’s slave, by pride subdued,
Full of sin, and void of God.

Verse 7
While Thou dost the veil remove,
Give the precious faith divine,
Touch his heart with heavenly love,
That he may his will resign,
All his bliss from Thee receive,
Only for thy glory live.

Verse 8
Witness of thy saving power,
Let him serve thy blessed will,
Till at death’s triumphant hour
Call’d to the celestial hill,
Wing’d he takes his towering flight,
Mingles with the saints in light.