Thy Grace Impart

Verse 1

O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart! Henceforth my chief desire shall be To dedicate myself to thee.

Verse 2

Whate’er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy: That silent, secret thought shall be That all my hopes are fixed on thee.

Verse 3

Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thou’rt present, Lord, in every place; And wheresoe’er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.

Verse 4

Renouncing every worldly thing, Safe ‘neath the shelter of thy wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be That all I want I find in thee.