1 ON thee, O God of purity,
I wait for hallowing grace;
None without holiness shall see
The glories of thy face:
2 In souls unholy and unclean
Thou never canst delight;
Nor shall they, while unsaved from sin,
Appear before thy sight.
3 Thou hatest all that evil do,
Or speak iniquity,
The heart unkind, the heart untrue,
Are both abhorred by thee.
4 But as for me, with humble fear
I will approach thy gate,
Though most unworthy to draw near,
Or in thy courts to wait;
5 I trust in thy unbounded grace,
To all so freely given,
And worship toward thy holy place,
And lift my soul to heaven.
6 Lead me in all thy righteous ways,
Nor suffer me to slide,
Point out the path before my face;
My God, be thou my guide!
7 All those that put their trust in thee,
Thy mercy shall proclaim,
And sing with cheerful melody
Their great Redeemer's name.
8 Protected by thy guardian grace,
They shall extol thy power,
Rejoice, give thanks, and shout thy praise,
And triumph evermore.