1 Some wise men of opinions boast,
And sleep on doctrines sound;
But, Lord, let not my soul be lost
On such enchanted ground.

2 [Good doctrines can do me no good,
While floating in the brain;
Unless they yield my heart some food,
They bring no real gain.]

3 O may my single aim be now
To live on him that died;
And nought on earth desire to know,
But Jesus crucified!

4 [Disputings only gender strife,
And gall a tender mind;
But godliness, in all its life,
At Jesus’ cross we find.]

5 Lord, let thy wondrous cross employ
My musings all day long,
Till, in the realms of purest joy,
I make it all my song.