O God, most mer­ci­ful and true,
Thy na­ture to my soul im­part;
’Stablish with me the co­ve­nant new,
And write sal­va­tion on my heart.

To real ho­li­ness re­stored,
O let me gain my Sav­ior’s mind,
And in the know­ledge of my Lord,
Fullness of life eter­nal find!

Remember, Lord, my sins no more,
That them I may no more fo­rget;
But, sunk in guilt­less shame adore,
In speech­less won­der at Thy feet.

O’er­whelmed with Thy stu­pen­dous grace,
I shall not in Thy pre­sence move,
But breathe un­ut­ter­able praise,
And rap­tur­ous awe, and si­lent love.

Then ev­ery mur­mur­ing thought and vain
Expires, in sweet con­fu­sion lost;
I can­not of my cross com­plain,
I can­not of my good­ness boast.

Pardoned for all that I have done,
My mouth as in the dust I hide
And glo­ry give to God alone,
My God for­ev­er pa­ci­fied.