By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 BID me of men beware,
      And to my ways take heed,
      Discern their every secret snare,
      And circumspectly tread;
      O may I calmly wait
      Thy succours from above;
      And stand against their open hate,
      And well-dissembled love!

      2 My spirit, Lord, alarm
      When men and devils join;
      'Gainst all of the powers of Satan arm
      In panoply divine;
      O may I set my face
      His onsets to repel;
      Quench all his fiery darts, and chase
      The fiend to his own hell!

      3 But, above all, afraid
      Of my own bosom-foe,
      Still let me seek for thee for aid,
      To thee my weakness show;
      Hang on thy arm alone,
      With self-destructing care,
      And deeply in the spirit groan
      The never-ceasing prayer.

      4 Give me a sober mind,
      A quick-discerning eye,
      The first approach of sin to find,
      And all occasions fly.
      Still may I cleave to thee,
      And never more depart,
      But watch with godly jealousy
      Over my evil heart.

      5 Thus may I pass my days
      Of sojourning beneath,
      And languish to conclude my race,
      And render up my breath;
      In humble love and fear,
      Thine image to regain,
      And see thee in the clouds appear,
      And rise with thee to reign!