Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee

For the bliss thy love bestows,

For the pardoning grace that saves me,

And the peace that from it flows;

Help, O God, my weak endeavour

This dull soul to rapture raise:

Thou must light the flame, or never

Can my love be warmed to praise.

Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,

Wretched wanderer, far astray;

Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee

From the paths of death away;

Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,

Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,

And, the light of hope revealing,

Bade the blood-stained cross appear.

Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling

Vainly would my lips express:

Low before thy footstool kneeling,

Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless:

Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,

Love's pure flame within me raise;

And, since words can never measure,

Let my life show forth thy praise.

Amen.