Take this poor wandring, worthless Heart,
Its Wandrings all to Thee are known,
May no false Rival claim a Part,
Nor Sin disseize Thee of thine own.
Stir up thy interposing Pow'r,
Save me from Sin, from Idols save,
Snatch me from fierce Temptation's Hour,
And hide, O hide me in the Grave!