Verse 1
Why hast thou apprehended me,
And held my struggling soul so fast?
What is the grace laid up in thee,
Which I shall apprehend at last,
The gospel-hope to which I press?
Is it not finish’d holiness?
Verse 2
Jesus, that perfect good unknown,
Restless, resign’d, I wait to gain:
But give me strength to follow on,
And strive, and labour, and sustain;
Nor ever from thine own depart,
’Till thee I love with all my heart.