I want a prin­ci­ple with­in of watch­ful, god­ly fear,
A sen­si­bi­li­ty of sin, a pain to feel it near.
I want the first ap­proach to feel of pride or wrong de­sire,
To catch the wan­der­ing of my will, and quench the kind­ling fire.

From Thee that I no more may stray, no more Thy good­ness grieve,
Grant me the fi­li­al awe, I pray, the ten­der con­science give.
Quick as the ap­ple of an eye, O God, my con­science make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh, and keep it still awake.

Almighty God of truth and love, to me Thy pow­er im­part;
The mount­ain from my soul re­move, the hard­ness from my heart.
O may the least omis­sion pain my re­awak­ened soul,
And drive me to that blood again, which makes the wound­ed whole.