Thy pure Eyes pierced through me and probed me and knew me,
Not flawless but lawless, when put to the proof.
In ease or in cumber, day-doings or slumber,
What ills of mine wouldst Thou not number!

From Thy Holy Hand's Healing, contrition annealing
And Faith's oil of healing grant, Lord, I beseech;
These only can cure me and fresh life assure me,
These only Thy Peace can procure me!

To the blood freely flowing of The Lamb life-bestowing
This wonder is owing that washes out sin;
Thy Love to us lent Him, Thy Love to death sent Him,
That man through Thy Love should repent him.

Lord God, Thy Protection, Lord Christ, Thy Affection,
Holy Ghost, Thy Direction so govern my heart,
That all promptings other than Love's it may smother,
As a babe is subdued to its mother.

For that treasure of treasures that all price outmeasures,
Pure Faith, on whose pleasures life-giving we feed--
Let Kings in their places, let all the earth's races
Sing aloud in a crowd of glad faces.

Yea! all mouths shall bless Thee, all hearts shall confess Thee
The bounteous Fountain of mercy and love;
Each gift we inherit of pure, perfect merit,
Dear God, overflows from Thy Spirit.