Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Amid the wonders of thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.
But while thy sufferings I survey,
And faith enjoys a heavenly ray,
These dear memorials of thy pain,
Present anew the dreadful scene.
I hear thy groans with deep surprize,
And view thy wounds with weeping eyes,
Each bleeding wound, each dying groan,
With anguish fraught, and pains unknown.
For mortal crimes a sacrifice,
The Lord of life, and Saviour dies:
What love, what mercy, how divine! –
Jesus, and can I call thee mine? –
Repentant sorrow fills my heart,
But mingling joy allays the smart,
O may my future life declare
The sorrow and the joy sincere.
Be all my heart, and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour’s praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.
Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, no. 100 (all stanzas); Poems, 1780, vol. 1, pp. 178-9; MS, Steele Collection, Angus Library, Regents Park College, STE 3/1/1 no. 100; also Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 1, p. 153.