A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#HXVII

HXVII. Pierce, fill me with an humble fear

1 Pierce, fill me with an humble fear;
My utter helplessness reveal:
Satan and sin are always near,
Thee may I always nearer feel.

2 Oh! that to thee my constant mind
Might with an even flame aspire;
Pride in its earliest motions find,
And mark the risings of desire.

3 Oh! that my tender soul might fly,
The fist abhorr'd approach of ill;
Quick as the apple of an eye
The slightest touch of sin to feel!

4 Till thou anew my soul create,
Still may I strive, and watch, and pray,
Humbly and confidently wait,
And long to see the perfect day.

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• First Line: Pierce, fill me with an humble fear
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: For Believers Watching

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