Peter's Admonition to Simon Magus, Turned into Prayer

Verse 1

Searcher of hearts, before Thy face I all my soul display, And, conscious of its innate arts, Entreat Thy strict survey.

Verse 2

If, lurking in its inmost folds, I any sin conceal, O let a ray of light divine The secret guile reveal!

Verse 3

If in these fatal fetters bound A wretched slave I lie: Smite off my chains, and wake my soul To light and liberty!

Verse 4

To humble penitence and prayer Be gentle pity given; Speak ample pardon to my heart, And seal its claim to heaven.