Авторы музыки: Charles Wood
View mee, Lord, a worke of thine : Shall I then lye drown'd in night? Might thy grace in mee but shine, I should seeme made all of light. But my soule still surfets so On the poysoned baytes of sinne, That I strange and vgly growe, All is darke and foule within. Clense mee, Lord, that I may kneele At thine Altar, pure and white : They that once thy Mercies feele, Gaze no more on earths delight. Worldly ioyes like shadowes fade, When the heau'nly light appeares ; But the cou'nants thou hast made, Endlesse, know nor dayes, nor yeares. In thy word, Lord, is my trust, To thy mercies fast I flye ; Though I am but clay and dust, Yet thy grace can lift me high.