1 Blest Instructor! from thy ways,
Who can tell, how oft he strays!
Save from error's growth my mind;
Leave not, Lord, one root behind.
2 Cleanse me from the guilt, that lies
Wrapt within my heart's disguise;
Let me thence, by thee renew'd,
Each presumptuous sin exclude.
3 Let my tongue, from error free,
Speak the words approv'd by Thee!
To thine all-observing eyes
Let my thoughts accepted rise.
4 So my lot shall ne'er be join'd
With the men, whose impious mind,
Fearless of thy just command,
Braves the vengeance of thy hand.
5 While I thus thy name adore,
And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Redeemer, bow thine ear!
God, my strength, propitious hear!
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First Line: | Blest instructor! from thy ways |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Repentance and Conversion |