To show Thy grace is great and ample;
I’m here a pillar o’ Thy temple,
Strong as a rock,
A guide, a buckler, an example
To a’ Thy flock!
But yet, O Lord! confess I must,
At times I’m fash’d wi’ fleshly lust;
An’ sometimes, too, wi’ warldly trust,
Vile self gets in;
But Thou remembers we are dust,