Verse 1
For the Object of my care
If I in thy Spirit pray,
As a bird out of the snare,
Let his soul escape away;
God almighty to redeem,
Break the snare, and rescue Him.

Verse 2
Him by wicked arts beguil’d
Hide beneath thy mercy’s wings,
Keep my inexperienc’d child,
Till thy grace salvation brings,
Manifests thy whole design,
Claims his ransom’d heart for thine.

Verse 3
Tho’ he seems as left by Thee,
Left to follow his own will,
Still Thou dost the wanderer see,
Still pursue, and love him still,
Dost from passion’s rage restrain,
Till his reason wakes again.

Verse 4
Why didst Thou at all depart?
Kindly to convince, and bless,
Show him what is in his heart,
All the pride and fond excess,
Then the evil to exclude,
Then to do him endless good.

Verse 5
Wake him now out of his dream,
(Dream of paradise below)
Sinking in his own esteem
Give him now himself to know,
Humbled at thy feet t’ adore,
Trust his own weak heart no more.

Verse 6
Might I live to see him freed,
Nothing more woud I desire,
Glad to bow my hoary head,
Happy on thy cross t’ expire,
Life and all my friends resign,
Leave them in the hands Divine.