1 O LET us our own works forsake,
Ourselves, and all we have deny;
Thy condescending counsel take,
And come to thee pure gold to buy!

2 O might we, through thy grace, attain
The faith thou never wilt reprove,
The faith that purges every stain,
The faith that always works by love!

3 O might we see, in this our day,
The things belonging to our peace
And timely meet thee in thy way
Of judgments, and our sins confess!

4 Thy fatherly chastisements own,
With filial awe revere thy rod;
And turn, with zealous haste, and run
Into the outstretched arms of God.