By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 EQUIP me for the war,
      And teach my hands to fight,
      My simple, upright heart prepare,
      And guide my words aright;
      Control my every thought,
      My whole of sin remove;
      Let all my works in thee be wrought,
      Let all be wrought in love.

      2 O arm me with the mind,
      Meek Lamb! which was in thee,
      And let my knowing zeal be joined
      With perfect charity;
      With calm and tempered zeal
      Let me enforce thy call,
      And vindicate thy gracious will
      Which offers life to all.

      3 O do not let me trust
      In any arm but thine!
      Humble, O humble to the dust
      This stubborn soul of mine
      A feeble thing of nought,
      With lowly shame I own,
      The help which upon earth is wrought,
      Thou dost it all alone.

      4 O may I love like thee!
      In all thy footsteps tread,
      Thou hatest all iniquity,
      But nothing thou hast made.
      O may I learn the art
      With meekness to reprove;
      To hate the sin with all my heart,
      But still the sinner love.