Remove from me the bitter root,
Let selfless love hold sway;
Within, produce the Spirit’s fruit,
Keep Satan’s wiles at bay.

The Liar tempts at every turn,
No place where I can flee;
But teach me, Lord, and I will learn,
That Christ can set me free.

Descend to depths no man can sound,
To cleanse and draw me near;
O Lord, let grace and peace abound,
Make your full glory appear.