By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 I WANT a principle within
      Of jealous, godly fear,
      A sensibility of sin,
      A pain to feel it near;
      I want the first approach to feel
      Of pride, or fond desire,
      To catch the wandering of my will,
      And quench the kindling fire.

      2 That I from thee no more may part,
      No more thy goodness grieve,
      The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
      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 If to the right or left I stray,
      That moment, Lord, reprove;
      And let me weep my life away,
      For having grieved thy love:
      O may the least omission pain
      My well-instructed soul,
      And drive me to the blood again
      Which makes the wounded whole!