O Dearer to My Thankful Heart

O dearer to my thank­ful heart

Than all the circ­ling sun sur­veys!

Thy pre­sence on­ly can impart

Light

peace

and glad­ness to my days.

Beneath Thy soul re­viv­ing ray

E’en cold af­flict­ion’s win­try gloom

Shall bright­en in­to ver­nal day

And hopes and joys im­mor­tal bloom.

Vain world

be gone with all thy toys;

I have no room for tri­fles here:

My heart as­pires to nob­ler joys;

Thy fair­est glo­ries dis­ap­pear.

Bright realms of bliss

where Je­sus reigns

My wish

my care

my hope in­vite:

Where rap­tured ser­aphs tune their strains

To themes of in­fi­nite delight.

See

Lord

Thy will­ing sub­ject bows

Adoring low be­fore Thy throne:

To Thee

I glad­ly pay my vows;

Thou art my sov­er­eign

Thou alone.

Smile on my soul

and bid me sing

In con­cert with the choir ab­ove

The glo­ries of my Sav­ior king

The con­de­scen­sions of His love.

Amazing love! that stooped so low

To view with pi­ty’s melt­ing eye

A wretch de­serv­ing end­less woe!

Amazing love! Did Je­sus die?

He died

to raise to life and joy

The vile

the guil­ty

the undone

O let His praise my hours em­ploy

Till hours no more their cir­cles run!

He died! Ye ser­aphs

tune your songs

Resound

re­sound the Sav­ior’s name:

For naught be­low im­mor­tal tongues

Can ev­er reach the won­drous theme.