Holy, and true, and right­eous Lord,
I wait to prove Thy per­fect will,
Be mind­ful of Thy gra­cious Word,
And stamp me with Thy Spir­it’s seal.

Open my faith’s in­ter­ior eye,
Display Thy glo­ry from above;
And all I am shall sink and die,
Lost in as­ton­ish­ment and love.

Confound, o’er­pow­er me by Thy grace,
I would be by my­self ab­horred;
All might, all ma­jes­ty, all praise,
All glo­ry, be to Christ my Lord.

Now let me gain per­fect­ion’s height,
Now let me in­to no­thing fall;
Be less than no­thing in Thy sight,
And feel that Christ is all in all!