874    7s     J. Hart
Be clothed with humility. 1 Pet. 5. 5; Isa. 64. 6

1 Lord, if with thee part I bear;
  If I through thy word am clean;
  In thy mercy if I share;
  If thy blood has purged my sin;
  To my needy soul impart
  Thy good Spirit from above,
  To enrich my barren heart
  With humility and love.

2 Lord, my heart, a desert vast,
  Thy reviving hand requires;
  Sin has laid my vineyard waste,
  Overgrown with weeds and briars.
  Thou canst make this desert bloom;
  Breathe, O breathe, celestial Dove,
  Till it blow with rich perfume
  Of humility and love.

3 Vanquish in me lust and pride;
  All my stubbornness subdue;
  Smile me into fruit, or chide,
  If no milder means will do.
  Ah! compassionate my case;
  Let the poor thy pity move;
  Give me of thy boundless grace,
  Give humility and love.

4 [Why should one that bears thy name,
  Why should thy adopted child,
  Be in rags, exposed to shame,
  Like a savage, fierce and wild?
  With thy children I would sit,
  And not like an alien rove;
  Clothe my soul and make it fit,
  With humility and love.]

5 [Greatest sinners, greatly spared,
  Love much, and themselves abase;
  Mine’s a paradox too hard –
  Rich of mercy, poor of grace;
  Me thou hast forgiven much;
  (This my sins too plainly prove).
  Give me what thou givest such –
  Much humility and love.]