Let this be written up in our chambers, and practised in every room in the house. What a heaven will our family then become.
Fill every part of me with praise,
Let all my being speak
Of thee and of thy love, O Lord,
Poor though I be, and weak.
So shalt thou, Lord, from me—e’en me,
Receive the glory due;
And so shall I begin on earth
The song for ever new.
Lost in astonishment I see,
Jesus, thy boundless love to me;
With angels I thy grace adore,
And long to love and praise thee more.
Still may I view thee on the cross,
And all beside esteem but loss;
Here still be fixed my feasted eyes,
Enraptur’d with thy sacrifice.
Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.
Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o’erflow;
Twas grace that kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.
Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
Bless’d are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs;
Their soul is Christ’s abode.
The Lord, who left the heavens
Our life and peace to bring,
To dwell in lowliness with men,
Their Pattern and their King;
He to the lowly soul
Doth still himself impart,
And for his dwelling and his throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.
Lord, we thy presence seek;
May ours this blessing be;
Give us a pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for thee.
A fulness resides in Jesus, our Head,
And ever abides to answer our need;
The Father’s good pleasure has laid up in store,
A plentiful treasure to give to the poor.
Whate’er be our wants, we need not to fear;
Our numerous complaints his mercy will hear;
His fulness shall yield us abundant supplies;
His buckler shall shield us when dangers arise.
When troubles attend, or danger or strife,
His love will defend and guard us through life;
And when we are fainting and ready to die,
Whatever is wanting his hand will supply.
Worthy art thou, O dying Lamb?
Worthy, O bleeding Lord;
Eternal, Infinite, I AM,
Ceaseless to be adored!
Fulness of riches is in thee!
From thee all mercies spring:
And grace and love, divine and free,
And power enlivening.
Out of the deep of every heart,
Let praise to thee ascend:
Till thou to heaven shalt us translate,
Where praises never end!