Verse 1
The root of every ill
Thine eye discerns in me,
The wandring of my sinful will,
My inbred treachery:
Do Thou my will restrain,
Nor suffer it to rove,
But save the feeblest child of man
By pure almighty love.
Verse 2
Saviour, Thou seest the fear
Which haunts me night and day,
My heart so weak, my sin so near,
Shall I not Thee betray?
Ah, do not let me live
To cause the dire offence,
Rather this instant now forgive,
And snatch me spotless hence.