We Own O Lord Thy Precept Just
We own, O Lord, thy precept just
Against impure desires and lust,
And mourn with grief and hum ble shame
Our guilty and polluted frame.
In fain would be the rash pretence
To plead a faultless innocence;
When all our nature is unclean,
And soul and body stain’d with sin.
But what strong language can express,
Their guild and shame, and wretchedness,
Who boldly dare their God defy,
And with their lusts offend his eye!
O wash their souls from this foul sin,
And make their guilty conscience clean;
Great God create their hearts anew
And for their spirits pure and true.
Guard us blest Saviour by thy grace,
Nor let temptations gain success;
Preserve the temples which are thine,
That we in holiness may shine.