In mercy, gracious Lord, thou dost chastise
Thy froward children, when they go astray,
O Father, let e never more despise
Thy rod, nor wander from the narrow way!
If in the furnace for a season tri’d,
Shew forth in me thy love’s almighty pow’r:
Or with thy servant in the flames abide!
And give me patience in the trying hour.
When throughly purg’d, let me as gold refin’d
Come forth, and shine before the fallen race:
A chosen vessel for thyself design’d,
To teach the world the lessons of thy grace.
O draw my heart from earth, to things above,
And let my soul be ever fixt on thee:
Give me the blessing of thy perfect love;
O let me here thy great salvation see!
Whate’er offends thine eyes I now resign,
And cheerfully with all my idols part:
O let my will for evermore incline
To love and serve thee with an upright heart!
All worldly pomp and grandeur I despise,
And look on earthly kings with pity down:
My great ambition is in death to rise;
And wear above an everlasting crown.
O may I ever join the spotless band,
Who sav’d by gave, through tribulation came;
And round thy throne with saints and angels stand,
To sing the praise of thy exalted name!
(John Murlin)
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