By Charles Wesley

      1.
      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.

      2.
      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.

      3.
      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.