By A Collection of Hymns

      7s.
      1 HOLY Spirit! pity me,
      Pierced with grief for grieving thee;
      Present, though I mourn apart,
      Listen to a wailing heart.

      2 Sins unnumbered I confess,
      Of exceeding sinfulness,
      Sins against thyself alone,
      Only to Omniscience known;

      3 Deafness to thy whispered calls,
      Rashness midst remembered falls,
      Transient fears beneath the rod,
      Treacherous trifling with my God;

      4 Tasting that the Lord is good,
      Pining then for poisoned food;
      At the fountains of the skies
      Craving creaturely supplies!

      5 Worldly cares at worship-time;
      Grovelling aims in works sublime;
      Pride, when God is passing by!
      Sloth, when souls in darkness die!

      6 Chilled devotions, changed desires,
      Quenched corruption's earlier fires:
      Sins like these my heart deceive,
      Thee, who only know'st them, grieve.

      7 O how lightly have I slept,
      With thy daily wrongs unwept!
      Sought thy chidings to defer,
      Shunned the wounded Comforter.

      8 Woke to holy labours fresh,
      With the plague-spot in my flesh;
      Angel seemed to human sight,
      Stood a leper in thy light!

      9 Still thy comforts do not fail,
      Still thy healing aids avail;
      Patient inmate of my breast,
      Thou art grieved, yet I am blest.

      10 O be merciful to me,
      Now in bitterness for thee!
      Father, pardon through thy Son
      Sins against thy Spirit done!