Inconstancy

Lord Jesus when, when shall it be, That I no more shall break with thee! When will this War of Passions cease, And my free Soul enjoy thy Peace?

Here I repent and sin again: Now I revive and now am Slain: Slain with the same unhappy Dart, Which, o! too often wounds my Heart.

O Saviour, when, when shall I be A Garden seal'd to all but thee: No more expos'd, no more undone: But live und grow to thee alone!

Guide thou, my Lord, guide thou my Course And draw me on with thy sweet Force? Still make me walk, still make me tend By thee my Way, to thee my End;