of watchful, godly fear,
A sensibility of sin,
a pain to feel it near.
I want the first approach to feel
of pride or wrong desire,
To catch the wandering of my will,
and quench the kindling fire.
From Thee that I no more may stray,
no more Thy goodness grieve,
Grant me the filial awe, I pray,
the tender conscience give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
and keep it still awake.
Almighty God of truth and love,
to me Thy power impart;
The mountain from my soul remove,
the hardness from my heart.
O may the least omission pain
my reawakened soul,
And drive me to that blood again,
which makes the wounded whole.
by Charles Wesley