Verse 1
Lord, if to me thy grace hath given,
A spark of life, a taste of heaven,
The gospel-pearl, the woman’s seed,
The bruiser of the serpent’s head;
Verse 2
Why sleeps my principle divine?
Why hastens not my spark to shine?
The Saviour in my heart to move
And all my soul to flame with love?
Verse 3
Buried, o’erwhelm’d, and lost in sin,
And seemingly extinct within,
Th’ immortal seed unactive lies,
The heav’nly Adam sinks and dies:
Verse 4
Dies, and revives the dying flame.
Cast down, but not destroy’d I am,
’Midst thousand lusts I still respire,
And tremble, unconsum’d in fire.
Verse 5
Suffer’d awhile to want my God,
To groan beneath my nature’s load,
That all may own, that all may see
Th’ ungodly justify’d in me.