1 O that my soul were now as fair
As it hath sometimes been!
Devoid of that distracting care
Without, and fear within!
2 There was a time when I could tread
No circle but of love:
That joyous morning now is fled,
How heavily I move!
3 Unhappy soul, that thou should'st force,
Thy Savior to depart,
When he was pleased with so coarse
A lodging in thy heart!
4 How sweetly I enjoyed my God!
With how divine a frame!
I thought, on every plant I trod,
I read my Savior's name;
5 I lived, I loved, I talked with thee,
So sweetly we agreed,
And thou no stranger wast to me
Till I became a weed.
6 The tempter robbed me, and I must
I fear be ever poor;
May this suffice, to roll in dust
Before thy temple door!
7 My dearest Lord, my heart flames not
With love that sacred fire;
But since my love has wore that blot
Repentance runs the higher.
8 O might those days return again,
How welcome they should be!
Shall my petition be in vain,
Since grace is ever free?
9 Lord of my soul, return, return,
To chase away this night;
Let not thine anger ever burn;
God once was my delight.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791