Father Of Lights From Whom Proceeds

Father of lights, from whom proceeds
Whate’er thy every creature needs;
Whose goodness, providently nigh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry;
To thee I look; my heart prepare;
Suggest and hearken to my prayer.

Since by thy light myself I see
Naked, and poor, and void of thee,
Thine eyes must all my thoughts survey,
Preventing what my lips would say:
Thou seest my wants; for help they call
And, ere I speak, thou know’st them all.

Fain would I know, as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see;
Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loathe myself and sin.

Ah, give me, Lord myself to feel;
My total misery reveal:
Ah, give me Lord, I still would say,
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray:
My business this, my only care–
My life, my every breath, be prayer.