Thy Grace Impart

O Lord, thy promised grace impart, And fill my consecrated heart. Henceforth my chief concern shall be, To live and speak and toil for thee.

While joyfully in thine employ, The thought shall fill my soul with joy, That my imperfect work shall be Acceptable through Christ to thee.

Thy watchful eye pervadeth space, Thy presence, Lord, fills ev' ry place; And wheresoe' er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.

Renouncing ev' ry worldly thing, And safe beneath thy shelt' ring wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in thee.