Jesus, since I with thee am one;
Confirm my soul in thee,
And still continue to tread down
The man of sin in me.
Let not the subtle foe prevail
In this my feeble hour
Frustrate all the hopes of hell
Redeem from Satan’s power
Arm me O Lord from head to foot
With righteousness divine;
My soul in Jesus firmly root,
and seal the Savior mine.
Proportioned to my pains below,
O let my joys increase,
And mercy to my spirit flow
In healing streams of peace.
In life and death be thou my God,
And I am more than safe;
Chastised by thy paternal rod,
Support me with thy staff.
Lay on me Savior what thou wilt,
But give me strength to bear;
Thy gracious hand this cross hath dealt,
Which cannot be severe.*
As gold refined may I come out,
In sorrow’s furnace tried;
Preserved from faithlessness and doubt,
And fully purified.
*(“Severe” here means “unnecessarily extreme” or “harsh in an unloving way.”)
There are other verses; these are just a few. The entire poem can be found in the Works of Augustus Toplady, volume six.