1 O LORD, Thy faithful servant save, Faith in Thy name Thou know’st I have, My soul hath call’d Thee mine: My good cannot to Thee extend, My good did first from Thee descend, And all I have is Thine. 2 I feel Thy yearning bowels move; Thy people for Thy sake I love, In them alone delight; The saints who here Thine image bear, Who here Thy spotless nature share, And walk with Thee in white. 3 But those that serve the prince of hell, His wretched slaves, I still repel, Nor in their offerings