I

Eternal Ruler, Thou didst will

To give me form and grace divine;

But lured to sin by serpent skill,

I have provoked that wrath of Thine.

In anger cast me not away,

But call me back, O God, I pray.

II

Ah! woe is me, a robe of shame

Hides what my stole of light adorned;

Hear me, I call upon Thy name,

My Saviour, let me not be scorned;

In anger cast me not away,

But call me back, O God, I pray.

III

O, I was wounded in the soul,

And exiled from the joys I knew;

My Saviour, Thou canst make me whole,

And Thou art pitiful and true.

In anger cast me not away,

But call me back, O God, I pray,