AN HYMN, (O Thou great Power! in whom I…)

O Thou great Power! in whom I move, For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of love, Whilst on this couch of tears I lie. O! cleanse my sordid soul within, By thy Christ's blood, the bath of sin.

No hallow'd oils, no grains I need, No rags of saints, no purging fire, One rosy drop from Jesu's side, Was worlds of seas to quench thine ire. O! precious ransom! which, once paid, That "consummatum est" was said.

And said by HIM that said no more, But seal'd it with his sacred breath; Thou, then, that hast dispung'd my score, And, dying, wast the death of death. Be to me now, on thee I call, My life, my strength, my joy, my ALL.