1 I bless the Lord who gives his word,
To rule and guide me right;
To hear him say,love and obey,
Affords supreme delight.
2 A holy joy,without alloy,
With sacred transport flows,
From truth divine, I feel it mine,
To give my soul repose.
3 With sacred love my passions move,
I burn with strong desire;
With holy aim and inward flame,
I feel my soul on fire.
4 By grace refin'd my soul inclin'd,
Shall consecrate my days,
As due to none but God alone,
And give him all the praise.
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First Line: | I bless the Lord who gives his word |
Title: | Delight of praise for the Holy Scriptures |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1800 |