By A Collection of Hymns

      8s & 6s.
      1 THOU God of glorious majesty,
      To thee, against myself, to thee,
      A worm of earth, I cry;
      A Half-awakened child of man;
      An heir of endless bliss or pain;
      A sinner born to die!

      2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
      'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
      Secure, insensible;
      A point of time, a moment's space,
      Removes me to that heavenly place,
      Or shuts me up in hell.

      3 O God, mine inmost soul convert!
      And deeply on my thoughtful heart
      Eternal things impress:
      Give me to feel their solemn weight,
      And tremble on the brink of fate,
      And wake to righteousness.

      4 Before me place, in dread array,
      The pomp of that tremendous day,
      When thou with clouds shalt come,
      To judge the nations at thy bar;
      And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
      To meet a joyful doom?

      5 Be this my one great business here,
      With serious industry and fear
      Eternal bliss to ensure;
      Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
      And suffer all thy righteous will,
      And to the end endure.

      6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
      Transported from this vale to live
      And reign with thee above;
      Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
      And hope in full supreme delight,
      And everlasting love.