291b. Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee
Author: Francis Scott Key (1823)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: The Christian Life: Prayer, Praise and Thanksgiving
Tune Information
Name: RIPLEY
Meter: 8 7, 8 7. D.
Key: E♭ Major
Source: Origin uncertain



Media
More media are available on the text authority and tune authority pages.

Suggestions or corrections? Contact us