1 In boundless mercy, gracious Lord, appear,
Darkness dispel, the humble mourner cheer;
Vain thoughts remove, melt down this flinty heart;
Cause every soul to choose the better part.
2 Thy presence fills the universal space;
Thy grace appears to all the fallen race;
O visit us with light and life divine,
Fill every soul, for every soul is thine.
3 Thy blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love;
He is my King from him I would not move,
Away then all ye objects that divert,
Nor seek to draw from my dear Lord my heart.
4 That uncreated beauty which hath gained
My ravished heart, hath all your glory stained;
His loveliness my soul hath prepossessed
And left no room for any guest.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1801