Words: Charles Wesley (1749)
Music: Louis Spohr (1834)
[Verse 1]
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I want a princi-ple within
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Of watchful, Godly fear,
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A sensibili-ty of sin,
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A pain to feel it near.
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I want the first app-proach to feel
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Of pride of wrong de - sire,
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To catch the wandering of my will,
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And quench the kin-dling fire.
[Verse 2]
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From Thee that I no more may stray,
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No more Thy goodness grieve,
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Grant me the finial awe, I pray,
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The tender con-science give.
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Quick as the apple of an eye,
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O God, my con-science make;
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Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
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And keep it still a - wake.
[Verse 3]
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Al-mighty God of truth and love,
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To me Thy power im-part;
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The mountain from my soul remove,
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The hardness from my heart.
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O may the least o-mis-sion pain
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My re-a-wak-end soul,
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And drive me to that blood again,
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Which makes the wound-ed whole.