I

What strange Perplexities arise?
What anxious Fears, and Jealousies?
What Crowds in doubtful Light appear?
How few, alas! approv'd and clear!

II

And what am I? — — My Soul, awake,
And an impartial Prospect take:
Does no dark Sign, no Ground of Fear
In Practice, or in Heart appear?

III

What Image does my Spirit bear?
I S J ESUS form'd, and living there?
Say, do his Lineaments Divine
In Thought, and Word, and Action shine?

IV

Searcher of hearts, O search me still;
The Secrets of my Soul reveal,
My Fears remove: let me appear
To G OD , and my own Conscience clear:

V

Scatter the Clouds, that o'er my Head
Thick Glooms of dubious Terrors spread;
Lead me into celestial Day,
And to my Self my Self display:

VI

May I at that blest World arrive,
Where C HRIST thro' all my Soul shall live,
And give full proof that he is there,
Without one gloomy Doubt or Fear.