When papal darkness over our isleIts dim diffusion spread,Then Romish priests, by subtle wiles,The ignorant misled. Then gospel light did faintly shine,And few beheld its rays,Till mercy shot her beams divine,And did a Wycliffe raise.
When thou dost lead me forth, O Lord,To take a view of thee,To see the beauty of thy word,Thy fixed and firm decree: To see thy holiness so bright,That far outshines the sun,Exceeds the glory of that light,Which through the world doth run,
Lord, could I lift a filial eyeBefore thy throne of grace,And, Abba Father, humbly cry,And see thy smiling face, How would it raise my groveling mindFrom all things here below!I’ll gladly leave the world behind,And to thine altar go.
Lord, having broke thy holy law,I blush and am ashamed.My frozen heart begins to thaw,And I am self-condemned. But in the volume of thy wordI see some sweet relief:I would believe thy gospel, Lord,Help thou my unbelief!
To the dear Guardian of my hours,An evening song shall rise;Assist me, ye celestial powers,And bless this sacrifice. Thy mercies, Lord, are ever new,Thy goodness, O how great!Who can refund the honours due,Or equal thanks repeat?