Verse 1
Thee, Lord, my prostrate soul adores,
And humbled in the dust implores
Thy help in time of need:
I cannot in this trial stand,
Unless Thou hold me by thy hand,
And by thy wisdom lead.

Verse 2
Thy hand upon thy Servant lay,
The whirlwind of my will to stay,
Superior power exert,
So shall my meeken’d spirit own
That Thou art God supreme, alone,
And greater than my heart.

Verse 3
Longsuffering, pitiful, and kind,
Endued with thy all-patient mind,
Thy meek humility,
O might I thro’ thy wondrous name
Appear a follower of the Lamb,
A Copy, Lord, of Thee!

Verse 4
Give me thy only will to seek,
Thy words, and not my own, to speak,
Thy tempers to express,
That all to Thee may glory give,
And for thy only sake receive
The messenger of peace.

Verse 5
If anger once begin to rise,
Behold me with thy watchful eyes,
Thine eyes of darted flame,
And check’d by thy controuling frown
Command the leopard to lie down,
And sink into a lamb.

Verse 6
Happy, for ever happy I
Indulg’d at thy dear feet to lie,
A penitent forgiven,
Less than the least myself t’ abase,
Till Thou the chief of sinners raise
To find my place in heaven.