Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart!

That can from Jesus thus depart;

Thus fond of trifles, widely rove,

Forgetful of a Saviour’s love.

2 Dear Lord! to thee I would return,

And at thy feet, repentant, mourn;

There let me view thy pardoning love,

And never from thy sight remove.

3 O let thy love, with sweet control,

Bind every passion of my soul;

Bid every vain desire depart,

And dwell for ever in my heart.