POEM XIX. After being surprised into Sin.
Augustus Montague Toplady
AH! Give me, Lord, myself to see,
Against myself to watch and pray,
How weak am I, when left by thee,
How frail, how apt to fall away!
If but a moment thou withdraw,
That moment sees me break thy law.
Jesus, the sinner's only trust,
Let me now feel thy grace infus'd!
Ah! raise a captive from the dust,
Nor break a reed already bruis'd
Visit me, Lord, in peace agaln,
Nor let me seek thy face in vain.
O gracious Lord, now let me find
Peace and salvation in thy name;
Be thou the eye-sight of the blind.
The staff and ancles of the lame;
My lifter up whene'er I fall,
My strength, my portion, and my all.
Let thy meek mind descend on me,
Thy Holy Spirit from above:
Assist me, Lord, to follow thee,
Drawn by th' endearing cords of love;
Made perfect by thy cleansing blood,
Completely sav'd and born of God.