By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 TOO strong I was to conquer sin,
      When 'gainst it first I turned my face;
      Nor knew my want of power within,
      Nor knew the omnipotence of grace.

      2 In nature's strength I sought in vain
      For what my God refused to give;
      I could not then the mastery gain,
      Or lord of all my passions live.

      3 But, for the glory of thy name,
      Vouchsafe me now the victory;
      Weakness itself thou know'st I am,
      And cannot share the praise with thee.

      4 Because I now can nothing do,
      Jesus, do all the work alone;
      And bring my soul triumphant through,
      To wave its palm before thy throne.

      5 Great God, unknown, invisible,
      Appear, my confidence to abase,
      To make me all my vileness feel,
      And blush at my own righteousness.

      6 Thy glorious face in Christ display,
      That, silenced by thy mercy's power,
      My mouth I in the dust may lay,
      And never boast or murmur more.