Father in heaven, to whom our hearts
Would lift themselves in prayer,
Drive from our souls each earthly thought,
And show Thy presence there.
Each moment of our lives renews
The mercies of the Lord;
Each moment is itself a gift
To bear us on to God.
Help us to break the galling chains
This world has round us thrown;
Each passion of our hearts subdue,
Each cherished sin disown.
O Father! kindle in our souls
A never-dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust,
In Thine almighty name.
|First Line:||Father in heaven, to whom our hearts|
|Title:||For God’s Presence|
|Author:||H. Ware, Jr|