Pressing Toward the Mark

Verse 1

I thank thee, uncreated Sun, That thy bright beams on me have shined; I thank thee, who hast overthrown My foes and healed my wounded mind; I thank thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.

Verse 2

Uphold me in the doubtful race, Nor suffer me again to stray; Strengthen my feet, with steady pace Still to press forward in thy way; My soul and flesh, O Lord of might, Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light.

Verse 3

Give to mine eyes refreshing tears; Give to my heart chase, hallowed fires; Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love that all heaven's host inspires, That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

Verse 4

Thee will I love, my joy, my crown; Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; Thee will I love, beneath thy frown Or smile, thy scepter, or thy rod. What though my flesh and heart decay? Thee shall I love in endless day.