Lord, with glowing heart I 'd praise thee

Lord, with glowing heart I 'd praise theeFor the bliss thy love bestows;For the pardoning grace that saves me,And the peace that from it flows:Help, O God, my weak endeavor;This dull soul to rapture raise;Thou must light the flame, or neverCan my soul be warmed to praise.

Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,Wretched wanderer, far astray;Found thee lost, and kindly brought theeFrom the paths of death away;Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,And, the light of hope revealing,Bade the blood-stained cross appear.

Lord, this bosom's ardent feelingVainly would my lips express:Low before thy footstool kneeling,Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless;Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,Love's pure flame within me raise;And, since words can never measure,Let my life show forth thy praise.