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.