1 Lord, and is thine anger gone?
And art thou pacify'd?
After all that I have done,
Dost thou no longer chide?
Infinite thy mercies are;
Beneath the weight I cannot move,
O 'tis more that I can bear,
The sense of pard'ning love!
2 Let it still my heart constrain,
And all my passions sway;
Keep me, lest I turn again
Out of the narrow way;
Force my vi'lence to be still,
And captivate my ev'ry thought;
Charm and melt, and change my will,
And bring me down to nought.
3 If I have begun once more
Thy sweet return to feel;
If even now I find thy pow'r
Present my soul to heal:
Still and quiet may I be,
Nor struggle out of thine embrace;
Never more resist or fly
From thy pursuing grace.
4 To the cross, thine altar, bind
Me with the cords of love;
Freedom let me never find
Form my dear Lord to move;
That I never, never more
May with my much-lov'd Master part,
To the posts of mercy's door
O nail my willing heart.
5 See my utter helplessness,
And leave me not alone;
O preserve in perfect peace,
And seal me for thine own!
More and more thyself reveal,
Thy presence let me always find;
Comfort and confirm, and heal,
My feeble, sin-sick mind.
6 As the apple of an eye
Thy weakest servant keep;
Help me at thy feet to lie,
And there for ever weep:
Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow,
That I've an hope of heav'n;
Much of love I ought to know,
For I have much forgiv'n.
Source: A Pocket Hymn Book: designed as a constant companion for the pious, collected from various authors (9th ed.) #LIV