1 Great Father of each perfect gift,
Behold thy servants wait;
With longing eyes and lifted hands
We flock around thy gate.
2 Oh, shed abroad that choicest gift,
Thy Spirit from above,
To cheer our eyes with sacred light,
And fire our hearts with love.
3 Blest earnest of eternal joy,
Declare our sins forgiven;
And bear with energy divine,
Our raptured thoughts to heaven.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #272