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1 O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to Thee.
2 Whate’er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy;
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fix'd on Thee.
3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.
4 Renouncing ev'ry worldly thing,
And safe beneath Thy spreading wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in Thee.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1870 |
| Topic: | Choice of the Christian; Christians: their life and experience; Self-Consecration (3 more...) |
| Notes: | Author from index: Oberlin |
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