"Oh! that mine eyes might closed beTo what concerns me not to see;That deafness might possess mine earTo what concerns me not to hear;That truth my tongue might ever tieFrom ever speaking foolishly;That no vain thought might ever rest,Or be conceived in my breast;That by each word, and deed, and thought,Glory may to my God be brought!But what are wishes! Lord, mine eyeOn Thee is fixed, to Thee I cry—Wash, Lord, and purify my heartAnd make it clean in every part;And when 'tis done, Lord, keep it so,For that is more than I can do!"
"Oh! that mine eyes might closed beTo what concerns me not to see;That deafness might possess mine earTo what concerns me not to hear;That truth my tongue might ever tieFrom ever speaking foolishly;That no vain thought might ever rest,Or be conceived in my breast;That by each word, and deed, and thought,Glory may to my God be brought!But what are wishes! Lord, mine eyeOn Thee is fixed, to Thee I cry—Wash, Lord, and purify my heartAnd make it clean in every part;And when 'tis done, Lord, keep it so,For that is more than I can do!"