1 Father, whate’er of earthly bliss
Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise.
2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessing of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.
3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine
My life and death attend;
Thy presence thro' my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end.
Source: Hymns for the Living Church #419
|First Line:||Father, whate'er of earthly bliss|
|Author:||Anne Steele (1760)|