1 Long have I sat beneath the Sound
Of thy Salvation, Lord,
But still how weak my Faith is found,
And Knowledge of thy Word!

2 Oft I frequent thy holy Place;
And hear almost in vain;
How small a Portion of thy Grace
Can my hard Heart retain!

[3 My dear Almighty and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the Judgments of thy Rod,
And blessings of thy Throne.]

4 How cold and feeble is my Love;
How negligent my Fear!
How low my Hope of Joys above!
How few Affections there!

5 Great God, thy sov'reign Pow'r impart,
To give thy Word Success;
Write thy Salvation in my Heart,
And make me learn thy Grace.

[6 Shew my forgetful Feet the Way
That leads to Joys on high;
There Knowledge grows without Decay
And Love shall never die.]