1 On Thee, O God of Purity,
I wait for hallowing Grace;
None without Holiness shall see
The Glories of thy Face;
In Souls Unholy, and Unclean,
Thou never canst Delight;
Nor shall they, while unsav'd from Sins,
Appear before thy Sight.

2 But as for me, with humble Fear,
I will approach thy Gate;
Though most Unworthy to draw near,
Or in thy courts to wait;
I trust in thine unbounded Grace,
To all so freely giv'n;
And worship t'ward thy Holy Place,
And lift my Soul to Heav'n.

3 Lead me in all thy righteous Ways,
Nor suffer me to slide;
Point out the Path before my Face,
My God be thou my Guide!
O may I ne'er to Evil yield,
Defended from above,
And kept, and cover'd with the Shield
Of thine Almighty Love.