O God, mine inmost soul convert

1O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness.

2Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar: And tell me, Lord, shall I be there To meet a joyful doom?

3Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss t' insure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure.

4Then, Savior, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live And reign with thee above! Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love.