LET me alone another year In honour of thy Son, Who doth my Advocate appear...

LET me alone another year In honour of thy Son, Who doth my Advocate appear Before thy gracious throne: Thou hast vouchsafed a longer space, And spared the barren tree, Because for me my Saviour prays, And pleads his death for me.

Time to repent thou dost bestow; But O the power impart! And let my eyes with tears o'erflow, And break my stubborn heart! To-day, while it is called to-day, The hindering thing remove; And lo, I now begin to pray And wrestle for thy love!

I now from all my sins would turn To my atoning God; And look on him I pierced, and mourn, And feel the sprinkled blood; Would nail my passions to the cross, Where my Redeemer died; And all things count but dung and loss, For Jesus crucified.

Giver of penitential pain, Before thy cross I lie, In grief determined to remain, Till thou thy blood apply. Forgiveness on my conscience seal, Bestow thy promised rest; With purest love thy servant fill, And number with the blest.