Lord, with a glowing heart, I'd praise Thee for the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pard'ning grace that saves me,
and the peace that from it flows;
Help, O God, my weak endeavour, this dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame or never can my love be warmed to praise.
Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, wretched wand'rer, far astray, found thee lost, and kindly brought thee from the paths of death away.
Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling vainly would my life express, low before thy foot stool kneeling, deign my humble pray'r to bless.
Let They grace, my soul's chief treasure, love's pure flame within me raise,
And since words can never treasure, let my life show forth Thy praise.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Amen.