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Low at thy gracious feet I bend

Low at thy gracious feet I bend

Author: Anne Steele
Published in 10 hymnals

Representative Text

Low at thy gracious feet I bend,
My God, my everlasting friend,
Permit the claim, O let thy ear
My humble suit indulgent hear!

No earthly good my wish inspires;
Great is the boon my soul desires,
But thou hast bid me seek thy face,
Hast bid me ask thy promis'd grace.

O may thy favour (bliss divine!)
With fuller, clearer radiance shine!
Brighten my hopes, dispel my fears,
Till not a cloud of grief appears!

But O my heart, reflect with shame,
Canst thou prefer so bold a claim?
Conscious how often thou hast stray'd,
By empty vanities betray'd.

How oft, ungrateful to thy God,
Have trifles call'd thy thought abroad;
Till heavenly pity saw thee roam,
And bade affliction bring thee home.

And when the snares of earth were broke
By kind affliction's needful stroke,
Hast thou not own'd, with humble praise,
That just and right are all his ways?

Yes, gracious God, before thy throne
My vileness, and thy love I own;
O let that love with beams divine,
Forgiving, healing, round me shine!

Whene'er, ungrateful to my God,
This heedless heart requires the rod,
Thy arm, supporting, I implore,
The hand that chastens can restore.

O may the kind correction prove
A fruit of thy paternal love!
Wean me from earth, from sin refine,
And make my heart entirely thine!

Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,
And wake to praise this feeble voice:
While mercy, power, and truth employ
My love, my wonder, and my joy.

Source: Miscellaneous Pieces in Verse and Prose #73

Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was born at Broughton, Hampshire, in 1717. Her father was a timber merchant, and at the same time officiated as the lay pastor of the Baptist Society at Broughton. Her mother died when she was 3. At the age of 19 she became an invalid after injuring her hip. At the age of 21 she was engaged to be married but her fiance drowned the day of the wedding. On the occasion of his death she wrote the hymn "When I survey life's varied scenes." After the death of her fiance she assisted her father with his ministry and remained single. Despite her sufferings she maintained a cheerful attitude. She published a book of poetry Poems on subjects chiefly devotional in 1760 under the pseudonym "Theodosia." The remaining works were published a… Go to person page >

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First Line: Low at thy gracious feet I bend
Author: Anne Steele



Instances (1 - 10 of 10)
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A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Social and Private Worship #P.CXIXc

Hymns for Social and Private Worship, Altered to a Devotional Form #d89


Miscellaneous Pieces in Verse and Prose #73

Sacred poetry #d295

Sacred Poetry #d294

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Sacred Poetry #H.CLXIV

The Evangelical Songster #d58

The Universalist Hymn Book #d286

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The Universalist Hymn-Book #370

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