Bounteous and Cherished Is This Grace

Bounteous and cher­ished is this grace

That warms and lights the heart

Of ev­ery sheep that seeks His face

On ways His word im­parts.

Jesus from heav­en’s glo­ry turned

That He might reach for me

That I might world­ly rich­es spurn

And reach for Him His sheep.

Twain are the calls

un­to the saved

That lead to heav’n above;

Faith in Thy Son un­locks its gate

Two

is Thy way of love.

There in this way are wa­ters still;

I see my cross to bear;

Its bur­den

light

to do Thy will

Of works Thou hast pre­pared.

O child of light

this work will make

Thy heav’n­ly call­ing sure—

To love the flock with faith un­feigned

And con­science good and pure.