Verse 1
Thou, Jesus, Thou my Maker, know’st
Mine inmost soul, and outward frame,
Remembrest that I am but dust,
And haste to earth from whence I came:
Thine eye with softest pity sees
My heart to only sin inclin’d,
And flesh of flesh I cannot please,
I cannot my Creator find.
Verse 2
O for thy own compassion sake,
To me thy great salvation shew,
Partaker of thy nature make,
And form this faithless heart anew.
Spirit of thy pure Spirit born,
Give me by faith thy face to see,
And let my dust to dust return
And let my soul be found in Thee.