Oh Thou All Holy, Wise and Just

Oh Thou all ho­ly

wise and just

Whom Heav’n and earth ob­ey;

Thou on­ly ob­ject of my trust

Whose word can sink me in­to dust

Or raise my fee­ble clay.

Yielding to what Thou shalt pro­pose

Behold

Thy crea­ture lies;

Resigned to dwell along with those

Who in the si­lent grave re­pose

Or to new health arise.

If now the last de­cis­ive day

Of my frail life draw near

My soul while faint­ing with dis­may

From ris­ing crimes in dread ar­ray

Do Thou with mer­cy cheer.

Or if my past ini­qui­ty

My dy­ing hour mo­lest

Yet oh then save me when I die

Nor to my part­ing soul de­ny

An en­trance in­to rest.

But if Thy bound­less grace should spare

My fleet­ing life again;

Let sin no more my soul en­snare

But love and warm de­vo­tion there

In bliss­ful un­ion reign.

This for the hon­or of Thy name

And through the Sav­ior’s blood

Not as des­ert

but grace I claim

And in the most sub­mis­sive frame

Implore of Thee

my God.