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Tuning: E A D G B E
Words: Charles Wesley (1749) Music: Louis Spohr (1834) [Verse 1]
I Dwant a princi-Gple within Of Dwatchful, Godly fear, A sensibili-Gty of sin, A Dpain to feel A7it Dnear. I want Athe first app-Gproach Dto feel Of Apride Eof Awrong E7de - Asire, To catch the wandering Dof my will, And quench the kin-Adling Dfire.
[Verse 2]
From DThee that I no Gmore may stray, No Dmore Thy goodness grieve, Grant me the finial Gawe, I pray, The Dtender con-A7science Dgive. Quick as Athe apple Gof Dan eye, O AGod, Emy Acon-E7science Amake; Awake my soul when Gsin is nigh, And Dkeep it still A7a - Dwake.
[Verse 3]
Al-Dmighty God of Gtruth and love, To Dme Thy power im-part; The mountain from my Gsoul remove, The Dhardness from A7my Dheart. O Dmay Athe least o-Gmis-Dsion pain My Are-Ea-Awak-E7end Asoul, And drive me to that Gblood again, Which Dmakes the wound-A7ed Dwhole.