FABEN 8.7.8.7.D.

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J. H. WILLCOX, 1849

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Lord, with glow-ing heart I'd praise Thee For the bliss Thy love be

For the par- d'ning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows:

Help, O God, my weak en-deavor; This dull soul to

rap-ture raise:

Thou must light the flame,or nev

er

Can my love be warmed to praise. A-men.

Vainly would my lips express:
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
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.

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.

F. S. KEY, 1823

Begin, my tongue,some heav'nly theme, And speak some bound-less