Author of good, to Thee we come [turn]

Verse 1

Author of good! To Thee we turn: Thine ever-wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, Thy hand alone supply.

Verse 2

O let Thy love within us dwell, Thy fear our footsteps guide! That love shall vainer love expel, That fear all fears beside.

Verse 3

And since, by passion's force subdued, Too oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill:

Verse 4

Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply: The good, unasked, let mercy grant, The ill, though asked, deny.