STAY here, my worldly Works and cares,
Till I, approaching, see,
And taste how good is Jacob's GOD ,
Who meets this day with me!
Stay here all thoughts, but such as tend
To lead my soul above,
And raise my heart, by lively hope,
To sup with Him in love.
Help me, my GOD ! that I no more
To former folly turn;
I see my sin, I loath the sight,
And with contrition mourn.
I have no garment of my own,
Fit for Thy wedding dress;
For JESUS ' sake give me a robe
Of JESUS ' righteousness.
Forbid, this day, that I should put
His symbols in my mouth,
Till my weak soul be first resolv'd
No more to swerve from truth.
Give me a heart to pardon those,
Who hate me void of cause;
Shew me the path that leads to life--
Help me to keep thy laws.
In that great day, when Thou mak'st up
The 'jewels of Thy love,'
May all who follow JESUS here
Be plac'd with Him above!
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