The gracious fruits of righteousness,
Thy blessing's unexhausted store,
In me abundantly increase:
Nor never let me hunger more.
Let me no more in deep complaint
"My leanness, O my leanness," cry!
Alone consum'd with pining want,
Of all my Father's children I!
The painful thirst, the fond desire
Thy joyous presence shall remove,
While my full soul doth still require
The whole eternity of love.
Holy, and true, and righteous Lord,
I wait to prove thy perfect will:
Be mindful of thy gracious word,
And stamp me with thy Spirit's seal.
Thy faithful mercies let me find
In which thou causest me to trust;
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And lay my spirit in the dust.
Shew me how foul my heart hath been
When all renew'd by grace I am;
When thou hast emptied me of sin,
Shew me the fulness of my shame.
Open my faith's interior eye,
Display thy glory from above;
And all I am shall sink and die,
Lost in astonishment and love.
