Verse 1
God of love, with pity see,
Succour our infirmity;
Father, let thy will be done;—
Thine we say, but mean our own.

Verse 2
Can we of ourselves resign
The most precious loan divine?
With thy loveliest creature part?
Lord, thou seest our bleeding heart.

Verse 3
Whom thyself hast planted there,
From our bleeding heart to tear,
This, most sensibly we feel,
This we own impossible.

Verse 4
Dearest of thy gifts below,
Nature cannot let her go,
Nature, ’till by grace subdued,
Will not give her back to God.

Verse 5
But we would receive the power
Every blessing to restore,
Would to thy decision bow,
Would be meekly willing now.

Verse 6
If thou wilt thine own revoke,
Now inflict the sudden stroke,
Take our eyes’ and heart’s desire,
Let her in thine arms expire.

Verse 7
Stript of all, we trust in thee,
As our day our strength shall be,
Jesus, Lord, we come to prove
All the virtue of thy love.

Verse 8
When the creature-streams are dry,
Thou thyself our wants supply,
Thou of life the fountain art,
Rise eternal in our heart.