1 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise,
While angels live to know thy name,
Or men to feel thy grace.
2 With this cold stony heart of mine,
Jesus, to thee I flee;
And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by Thee.
3 Give me to hide my blushing face,
While thy dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
4 O may the uncorrupted seed
Abide and reign within;
And thy life-giving word forbid
My new-born soul to sin.
5 Father, I wait before thy throne,
Call me a child of thine;
Send down the spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.
6 There shed thy promis'd love abroad,
And make my comfort strong;
Then shall I say, "My Father, God!"
With an unwav'ring tongue.
Source: A Pocket Hymn Book: designed as a constant companion for the pious, collected from various authors (9th ed.) #CCIII
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