Lord, if with thee part I bear; If I through thy word am clean; In thy mercy if I share; If thy blood has purged my sin; To my needy soul impart Thy good Spirit from above, To enrich my barren heart With humility and love. Lord, my heart, a desert vast, Thy reviving hand requires; Sin has laid my vineyard waste, Overgrown with weeds and briars. Thou canst make this desert bloom; Breathe, O breathe, celestial Dove, Till it blow with rich perfume Of humility and love. Vanquish in me lust and pride; All my stubbornness subdue; Smile me into fruit, or chide, If no milder means will do. Ah! compassionate my case; Let the poor thy pity move; Give me of thy boundless grace, Give humility and love. Why should one that bears thy name, Why should thy adopted child, Be in rags, exposed to shame, Like a savage, fierce and wild? With thy children I would sit, And not like an alien rove; Clothe my soul and make it fit, With humility and love. Greatest sinners, greatly spared, Love much, and themselves abase; Mine’s a paradox too hard – Rich of mercy, poor of grace; Me thou hast forgiven much; (This my sins too plainly prove). Give me what thou givest such – Much humility and love.
