1 Holy Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierc'd 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 heaven as dark as hell.
4 The prisoner, sent to breathe fresh air,
And bless'd with liberty again,
Would mourn were he condemned to wear
One link of all his former chain.
5 But oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian’s head;
One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin for ever dead.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #421