I want a principle within

Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility to sin,

A pain to find it near.

I want the first approach to feel

Of pride, or fond desire;

To catch the wandering of my will,

And quench the kindling fire.

From Thee that I no more may part,

No more Thy goodness grieve,

The filial awe, the fleshly heart,

The tender conscience give.

Quick as the apple of an eye,

O God, my conscience make!

Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,

And keep it still awake.