Verse 1
Bereaved by His revoking word,
I will not sin against the Lord,
To pray I will not cease
For the dear author of my woes,
Till death these weary eyelids close,
And I depart in peace.

Verse 2
But while an exile here I live,
I live for a lost son to grieve,
And in Thy Spirit to groan,
Thy blessings on his soul to claim,
Through Jesu’s all-prevailing name,
Presented at Thy throne.

Verse 3
Still let Thine eye his steps pursue,
And keep the fugitive in view,
Where’er he rashly strays;
Control his violence of will,
Withhold him, Lord, from pleasing ill,
And the destroyer’s ways.

Verse 4
That poison of the Romish sect,
O let it not his soul infect,
With close serpentine art,
With bitter, persecuting zeal;
But from those mysteries of hell
Preserve his simple heart.

Verse 5
Surround him with Thy guardian power
When ended the Satanic hour,
And darkness flees away,
When infidels without disguise
Tear open his unwilling eyes,
And drag him into day.