Verse 1
Son of the living God most high,
On Thee, the woman’s Seed, I call,
Hear an Apostate spirit’s cry,
Redeem thy creature from his fall:

Verse 2
Thy hatred of the hellish seed,
Thy holiness on me bestow,
Thou Bruiser of the serpent’s head,
Destroyer of his works below.

Verse 3
Th’ abominable thing, by Thee
The God of purity abhor’d,
O let it be abhor’d by me
Become one spirit with my Lord!

Verse 4
Thy strong antipathy to sin,
Thy sinless nature now impart,
Thy love of righteousness bring in,
And change, intirely change my heart.

Verse 5
If now in me thy Spirit stirs,
And groans th’ inexplicable groan,
If now my soul the sin abhors,
Which nature hugs, and calls her own;

Verse 6
Deepen, and fix the enmity,
This contrariety to ill,
This horror of offending Thee
O may I every moment feel!

Verse 7
Thee let me still my refuge know,
Till Thee the End of sin I find,
Excluder of the inbred Foe,
Destroyer of the carnal mind;

Verse 8
Thyself the Finisher reveal,
The fatal stumbling-block remove,
And claim my ransom’d soul, and fill
Its whole capacity with Love.