Long have I sat be­neath the sound
Of Thy sal­va­tion, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And know­ledge of Thy Word!

Oft I fre­quent Thy ho­ly place
And hear al­most in vain;
How small a por­tion of Thy grace
My me­mo­ry can re­tain!

My dear Al­migh­ty, and my God,
How lit­tle art Thou known
By all the judg­ments of Thy rod,
And bless­ings of Thy throne!

How cold and fee­ble is my love!
How ne­gli­gent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few af­fect­ions there!

Great God! Thy so­ve­reign pow­er im­part
To give Thy Word suc­cess;
Write Thy sal­va­tion in my heart,
And make me learn Thy grace.

Show my for­get­ful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;
There know­ledge grows with­out de­cay,
And love shall ne­ver die.