1 Could I of all Perfection boast,
As pure as that which Adam lost,
I'd sacrifice it to thy Blood,
My Christ, my All, my only Good.
2 Were I as Abra'm, strong in Faith,
And boldly stedfast unto Death;
I'd bid my Faithfulness adieu,
And Jesus only faithful view.
3 If I more meek than Moses were,
Quite free from Anger, Strife, or Fear;
Yet this I gladly would despise,
And Jesu's Meekness only prize.
4 Was I as job submissive, still
Patient, resign'd in ev'ry Ill;
Yet all should fade before his Cross,
Compar'd with Him, it is but Dross.
5 If I was wise as Solomon,
Like him with Zeal and Adour shone;
Like him I'd vain and foolish see
My Wisdom, Zeal, yea all but Thee.
6 Had I an Angel's Purity;
Yea even this I would deny;
Nor Good confess in Name or Thing,
But Christ my Lord, my Life, my King.
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