O LORD, my heart aspires
To walk with Thee;
The first of its desires
Thy face to see:
By day, by night,
Its one delight,
To have Thee near to me.
But, Lord, when I retrace,
At close of day,
How far I've seen Thy face,-
Or gone astray;
I mourn, I sigh,
When I descry
How little I obey.
O Lord, supply Thy grace;
Teach me to set
Thyself before my face,
And ne'er forget
That Thou art mine,
And I am Thine,
Whose blood has paid my debt.