I would frame all my doings to serve thee, my God!
For thy service is freedom indeed.
I would frame all my doings to please thee, my God!
But how feeble my best efforts are;
Ah! how needful for me is thy chastening rod,
And a proof of thy fatherly care.
I would frame all my doings to serve thee, my God!
But my goodness extends not to thee;
And when on well doing I’m fully intent,
Alas! evil is present with me.