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 endeavor
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 bloodstained cross appear
Praise thy Savior God that drew thee
To that cross, new life to give,
Held a blood sealed pardon to thee,
Bade thee look to Him and live.
Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee,
Roused thee from thy fatal ease;
Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee,
Praise the grace that whispered peace.
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.
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I love this text! "Roused thee from thy fatal ease" is such a great line.
Yes, I enjoyed it as well. I was most surprised by its author. Knowing Key simply as the writer of "The Star-Spangled Banner," I was intrigued by this other work.
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