1 Thou great mysterious God of love,
I feel thy drawing from above,
And own thy matchless power;
Help me on earth to do thy will,
And all thy pleasures to fulfill,
On me thy blessings flower.
2 If now by grace myself I see
Most miserable without thee,
On thee my God I call;
Let heavenly fire consume my dross,
That I all things may count but loss
For thee, my God, my all.
3 O! keep me from the snare of vice,
Impart to me true heavenly joys,
Defending from above;
To me thy dying love reveal,
And no good thing from me conceal,
'Till all I am is love.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803