Lord With Glowing Heart I’D Praise Thee


Lord,
with
glowing
heart
I’d
praise
Thee,
For 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
never
Can my
love be
warmed
to
praise.
Praise,
my
soul,
the God
that
sought
thee,
Wretched
wanderer,
far
astray;
Found
thee
lost,
and
kindly
brought
thee
From
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.
Praise
thy
Savior
God
that
drew
thee
To that
cross,
new
life to
give,
Held a
blood
sealed
pardon
to
thee,
Bade
thee
look to
Him and
live.
Praise
the
grace
whose
threats
alarmed
thee,
Roused
thee
from
thy
fatal
ease;
Praise
the
grace
whose
promise
warmed
thee,
Praise
the
grace
that
whispered
peace.
Lord,
this
bosom’s
ardent
feeling
Vainly
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.