The means of grace are in my hand The blessing is at God’s command Who must the work fulfill; And though I read, and watch and pray, Yet here the Lord directs my way And worketh all things still. I cannot speak a proper word, Nor think aright, but from the Lord Preparing heart and tongue; In Nature I can see no good, But all my good proceeds from God, And does to grace belong. I see it now, and do confess My utter need of Jesus’ grace, And of His Spirit’s light; I beg his kind and daily care; O Lord, my heart and tongue prepare To think and speak aright. Prepare my heart to love thee well, And love Thy truth which doth excel, And love thy children dear; Instruct me how to live by faith, And feel the virtue of Thy death, And find Thy presence near.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 13:38:00 +0000