Saviour, my nature’s pride t’ abase,
Thou oft hast seem’d my soul to leave,
With-held the comforts of thy grace,
And suffer’d me to pine, and grieve:
But when thou dost my pride destroy,
Thy sweetness I shall always prove,
And fill’d with righteousness, enjoy
The manna of thy perfect love.
Saviour, my nature’s pride t’ abase
Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “He humbled thee, and suffered thee to hunger, and fed thee with manna.”—[Deut.] viii. 3. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 97.
Publishing: Public Domain