Verse 1
Forgive me, O thou jealous God,
A wretch, who on thy laws have trod,
And robb’d thee of thy right,
A sinner to myself unknown,
’Gainst thee I have transgress’d, and done
This evil in thy sight.

Verse 2
My body I disdain’d t’ incline
Or worship at an idol’s shrine
With gross idolatry:
But Oh! My soul hath baser prov’d,
Honour’d, and fear’d, and serv’d, and lov’d
The creature more than thee.

Verse 3
Let the blind sons of Rome bow down
To images of wood and stone;
But I with subtler art,
Safe from the letter of thy word,
My idols secretly ador’d,
Set up within my heart.

Verse 4
But Oh! Suffice the season past:
My idols now away I cast,
Pleasure, and wealth and fame,
The world, and all its goods I leave,
To thee alone resolv’d to give
Whate’er I have or am.

Verse 5
Lo! In a thankful loving heart
I render thee whate’er thou art,
I give thyself[1] to thee;
And thee my whole delight I own,
My joy, my glory, and my crown
To all eternity.

[1] Wesley changed the typo “thyself” to “myself” in 1746.