On the sure faithful arm divine Then, thy sad night of terrors past, Be hence encouraged more, when tried Oh! my too blind but nobler part, See of how rich a lot, how blest, The true believer stands possest. Come, backward soul, to God resign; Cast thy full burden only there. LORD, turn not thy face away Lamenting sore his sinful life, Which Thou dost open wide for those O shut it not against me, Lord, But let me enter in. Call me not to a strict account, How I have lived here; For then, I know right well, O Lord, Most vile I shall appear. ་་་ |