Give me a deeper repentance,
a horror of sin,
a dread of its approach;
Help me chastely to flee it,
and jealousy to resolve that my heart shall be thine alone.
the ground of my rest, the spring of my being.
more sweetness in thy Word,
more steadfast grip on its truth.
and let me not seek moral virtue apart from thee.
that my being may be a tilled field,
the roots of grace spreading far and wide,
until thou alone art seen in me,
thy beauty golden like summer harvest,
thy fruitfulness as autumn plenty.
no law but thy will,
no delight but thyself,
no wealth but that thou givest,
no good but that thou blessest,
no peace but that thou bestowest.
I have nothing but that I receive from thee,
I can be nothing but that grace adorns me.
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