1.  Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth, - Nor dare Thy least commandment slight; - Yet pierced by sin, the serpent’s tooth, - I mourn the anguish of the bite.

2.  But though the poison lurks within, - Hope bids me still with patience wait; - Till death shall set me free from sin, - Free from the only thing I hate.

3.  Had I a throne above the rest, - Where angels and archangels dwell; - One sin, unslain, within my breast, - Would make that Heav’n as dark as hell.

4.  The prisoner, sent to breathe fresh air, - And blessed with liberty again, - Would mourn, were he condemned to wear - One link of all his former chain.

5.  But O! no foe invades the bliss, - When glory crowns the Christian’s head; - One view of Jesus as He is, - Will strike all sin forever dead.