1 My Redeemer, let me be
Quite happy at thy Feet,
Still to know myself and thee,
Be this my bitter sweet:
Look upon my Infant State,
And with a Father's yearning bless;
Don't thy ransom'd Child forget,
Nor leave me in Distress.

2 I have foolishly abus'd
My Saviour's bleeding Love:
All my Gifts, my God, misus'd,
When by Temptation drove:
Justly I deserv'd to be
Forsaken by my Lord and God;
Yet shall Justice plead for me,
For whom thou shedst thy Blood.

3 Thy blest Smiles, my gracious Lord,
Shall cheer my drooping Heart;
I'm instructed in thy Word,
That thou unchanging art:
Draw me to the Depth profound
Of all thy Sorrows, Blood and Sweat,
Passing on, thro' ev'ry Wound,
Unto thy Mercy Seat:

4 There, reclining on thy Breast,
Th' eternal Sabbath find;
Proving in thee perfect Rest
To my poor lab'ring Mind;
Waiting till my Lord I see,
And be like him for-ever pure,
At the heav'nly Jubilee,
This bliss to me is sure.