O sweet — attentive to the pray'r,
Ye forward hope and stave despair;
Thro' Christ his blood divinely spill'd,
Tremendous ruin to rebuild.
5Tho' high above the great and just,
Yet thou descendest to the dust;
Both to the sovereign and the slave,
Nor quitt'st the monument and grave.
O let me like the righteous die,
10And so I shall if thou art by!
The viol in thy hand uprears
My Saviour's blood, my Saviour's tears.
Come, Cherub, come, possess my soul,
All wrath and bitterness controul;
15If thou thy charming pow'rs bestow,
I'll shew thee to my veriest foe.
This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.