1 In glad amazement, Lord, I stand,
Amidst the bounties of thy hand;
How numberless those bounties are!
How rich, how various and how fair!
2 But oh, what poor returns I bring!
What lifeless songs of praise I sing!
Lord, I confess, with humble shame,
My offerings scarce deserve the name.
3 Fain would my labouring heart devise
Some nobler gift and sacrifice;
It sinks beneath the mighty load
That I should render to my God.
4 To him I consecrate my praise,
And vow the remnant of my days;
Enlarge my soul with grace divine,
And make me worthier to be thine.
5 Give me at length an angel's tongue,
To sound thro' heaven the grateful song;
A theme so great my voice shall raise,
And crown eternity with praise.
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First Line: | In glad amazement, Lord, I stand |
Title: | Innumerable mercies acknowledged |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |