Verse 1
But must my heart, to sin inclin’d,
Inclin’d to sin for ever be?
And can I no redemption find,
No hope of perfect liberty,
Condemn’d the rebel flesh to feel,
Nor ever see my troubles past,
Tormented with this inbred hell,
And saved by fire, if saved at last?

Verse 2
Most wretched of the fallen race,
I must, O Lord, that life abide,
If all thy blood cannot efface
Th’ ingrafted filth of self and pride;
And if the dire original stain
In purest saints is always found,
Thy hallowing blood was shed in vain,
And sin doth more than grace abound.

Verse 3
But didst Thou not on earth appear,
To save from all iniquity,
To finish the transgression here,
And make an end of sin in me,
Sin to destroy both branch and root,
By famine’s lingring death to kill,
That bringing forth the perfect fruit,
I then may all thy law fulfil?

Verse 4
What tho’ the faithless world gainsay,
And mock the hungry soul’s desire,
My God, for whom I humbly pray,
Is true, and every man a liar:
Ev’n those who know in part thy love,
But tasting once expect no more,
They cannot from my hope remove,
Or make me doubt thy utmost power.

Verse 5
What tho’ ten thousand witnesses
Deceiving, and deceiv’d, arise,
Suborn’d by Satan to profess
“They have attain’d the glorious prize,[”]
Who fancy sin at once destroy’d,
Subservient to the fiend’s design,
They cannot make thy promise void,
Or falsify the Oath Divine.

Verse 6
Let them who will the truth oppose,
The truth of God for ever stands,
Redeem’d from all, from all my foes,
I shall perform thy just commands;
The faithful saying of my Lord
I with simplicity receive,
And saved in deed, and thought, and word
Shall soon in all thy image live.