Verse 1
Can reason save from passion’s power
Or keep us in th’ unguarded hour?
The moral sense in conscious man
Or virtue, of itself, restrain?
The dread of shame, or grief, or hell,
Can these the tempting lust repel?
Their impotence too well I know
And sink before my stronger foe.

Verse 2
To save from sin, convinc’d I own,
The power belongs to Christ alone;
Yet till my sprinkled heart believes,
No help the bare conviction gives:
No vows the stubborn pulse can bind:
No succour in the means I find,
In tears that ceaseless flow in vain,
Sad foretaste of eternal pain.

Verse 3
It must, O Lord, proceed from Thee
The virtue pure that rescues me;
Thou only canst a sinner part
From sin, and turn, and wash my heart;
The virtue from thy wounds doth flow
Which none but true believers know,
Who glory in a pardning God,
And feel redemption in thy blood.

Verse 4
Fain woud I to that fountain fly,
Fain woud I on thy cross rely:
A wretched, weak, intangled thing,
To Thee my last distress I bring:
But nought to move thy grace I have;
Thy heart must find the cause to save,
Or leave a soul to deathless pain
For whom thyself hast died in vain.

Verse 5
If justice stern reject my prayer,
My righteous doom in hell I bear;
If mercy graciously forgive,
Pardon I in the dust receive:
The pardon brings preserving power,
It bids me go, and sin no more,
The joy my strength and safety is
And ripens into glorious bliss.

Verse 6
Believing now in Jesus name,
Kept by the power of God I am,
Untorn amidst the lions teeth;
Immortal in the jaws of death,
Superior o’re the flouds I ride,
Unburnt I in the flames abide,
Till Jesus on the clouds comes down,
And brings himself, the victor’s crown.