1 Cast me not in wrath away,
Stay Thy hot displeasure!
God of grace, why wilt Thou slay?
Mete not with just measure!
I am frail: O, prevail
Thou for me, atone me,
Lamb of God, and own me.

2 In the pit who thinks of Thee?
Who will there adore Thee?
In Thy mercy save Thou me!
That, for aye, before Thee,
I may raise: Grateful praise
For the grace that spared me,
When sin death prepared me.

3 Father! let me taste Thy love,
And Thy grace, dear Savior;
Blessed Comforter above,
Hallow my behavior:
Be thou mine: And I Thine
With the oil of gladness
Soothe Thou all my sadness.

4 Praise, O Father, be for aye
Thine on earth, in heaven;
And like praises be alway,
Savior, to Thee given.
Holy Dove: God of love,
Thou hast heard;--I bless Thee!
Praise for aye address Thee.