Verse 1
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Mysterious One in Three,
Must I perish unrestor’d,
Through ignorance of thee?
Still a dying sinner spare,
’Till thou from all my sins release:
Tri-une God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Verse 2
In a dreary vale of woe
I long have liv’d in pain,
Follow’d on the Lord to know,
But follow’d on in vain:
Still, alas, I know not where
To find thee whom my lips confess:
Tri-une God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Verse 3
Thou in mortal flesh reveal’d
Didst hear the beggar’s cry,
Speak the felon’s pardon seal’d
When at the point to die:
Thou didst on thy body bear
The weight of my unrighteousness:
Tri-une God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Verse 4
Poor and blind, condemn’d and lost,
Thy ransom’d creature own;
Father, send the Holy Ghost,
And send in him, thy Son,
By th’ indwelling Comforter
Renew me in thy holiness;
Tri-une God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Verse 5
Father, Son, and Spirit, descend
Into my panting heart,
All my sins and griefs to end,
Come tell me who thou art;
Stamp me with thy character
An heir of everlasting bliss;
Tri-une God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Verse 6
Give me to believe aright,
And then from earth remove,
Swallow up my faith in sight
My hope in heavenly love;
Thou who didst my place prepare,
Prepare my soul thyself to see;
Tri-une God, regard my prayer,
And take me up to thee.