[Almighty Lord to thee I lift]

Almighty Lord to thee I lift

My longing Eyes in prayer,

O let thy Goodness set me free

   From ev’ry dang’rous Snare.

Turn and reveal thy smiling Face,                               

   Have Mercy, gracious God,

For pain’d with anguish, low I sink

   Beneath thy chast’ning rod.

Increasing troubles rend my heart

   And rob my Soul of peace;                                                

Grant me support and let thy pow’r

   Remove my deep Distress.

Lord, for thy name, thy mercy sake,

   My numerous sins forgive;

Let pardon flow divinely free,                                                  

   O smile and bid me live.

Illume my sin beclouded Eyes

And guide me in thy ways;

Direct me still and teach my heart

Obedience, Love, and praise.        

Text: Timothy Whelan, gen. ed., Nonconformist Women Writers, 8 vols. (London: Pickering & Chatto, 2011), vol. 4, p. 141; MS, Steele Collection, 10/2, Angus Library, Regent's Park College, Oxford.