Lord, should'st thou weigh my righteousness br Or mark what I have done amiss, br How should thy servant stand? br Tho' others might, yet surely I br Must hide my face, nor dare to cry br For mercy at thy hand. br br But thou art loth thy bolts to shoot; br Backward and slow to execute br The vengeance due to me: br Thou dost not willingly reprove, br For all the mild effects of love br Are center'd, Lord, in thee. br br Shine, then, thou all-subduing light, br The powers of darkness put to flight br Nor from me ever part: br From earth to heaven be thou my guide, br And O, above each gift beside, br Give me an upright heart.