3 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn; 5 Grant us Thy truth to make us free, Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn; Our rainbow arch Thy mercy's sign; All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine. And kindling hearts that burn for Thee, OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, 1848 FABEN 8.7.8.7.D. 111 J. H. WILLCOX, 1849 Lord,with glow-ing heart I'd praise Thee For the bliss Thy love bestows, 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. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling 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. Vainly would my lips express: Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless: F. S. KEY, 1823 |