O God, Mine Inmost Soul Convert

O God

mine in­most soul con­vert

And deep­ly on my thought­ful heart

Eternal things im­press;

Give me to feel their so­lemn weight

And save me ere it be too late;

Wake me to right­eous­ness.

Before me place in dread ar­ray

The pomp of that tre­men­dous day

When Thou with clouds shalt come

To judge the na­tions at Thy bar;

And tell me

Lord

shall I be there

To meet a joy­ful doom?

Be this my one great bu­si­ness here

With se­ri­ous in­dus­try and fear

Eternal bliss to en­sure;

Thine ut­most coun­sel to ful­fill

And suf­fer all Thy right­eous will

And to the end en­dure.

Then

Sav­ior

then my soul re­ceive

Transported from the vale

to live

And reign with Thee ab­ove

Where faith is sweet­ly lost in sight

And hope in full

su­preme de­light

And ev­er­last­ing love.