Hymn CCXLVI. Long Metre. Self-examination

Thou vain, intruding world depart, No more allure or vex my heart; Let every vanity be gone, I would be peaceful and alone.

Here let me search my inmost mind, And try its real state to find; The secret springs of tho't explore, And call my words and actions o'er.

Reflect how soon my life will end, And think on what my hopes depend; What aim my busy tho'ts pursue, What work is done, and what to do

Eternity is just at hand; And shall I waste the ebbing sand? And careless view departing day? And throw my fleeting time away?

Be this my chief, my only care, My high pursuit, my ardent prayer, An interest in the Saviour's blood, A pardon seal'd, and peace with GOD.

Search, gracious God, my inmost heart, And light, and hope, and joy impart; From guilt and error set me free, And guide me safe to heav'n and thee.