A Meditation

O Keep me in thy Fear, thou All in All, That I may always hearken to thy Call, And answer thy Commands: If thou say, Come, Or Go, I with a willing Mind may run The Paths of thy pure Precepts; that I may Still know thy Presence in thy living Way. Ah, guide me by thy bright enam'ring Eye! Wherein sweet Mildness, mixt with Majesty, So overcomes my Soul, that, ah! my Heart Thus wounded, loves to feel so sweet a Smart: 'Tis thou alone that wounds, and gently heals; Thou kills, and everlasting Life reveals Unto the Dead that hear thy Voice; they live To bless thy Name, and living Praises give Unto thy Life-restoring Word; whereby Thine are set free from their Iniquity, To live and reign with thee, whose Pow'r alone Works Wonders: Weakness wholly is our own; But Strength invincible is thine, great King! Thou living Fountain, whence all Comforts spring; Ah! teach me fervently to wait to see Salvation and Deliverance wrought for me; That all Thanksgiving may to thee redound, Who art with everlasting Glory crown'd.