Hymn 787:
Great God, indulge my humble claim,
Be thou my hope, my joy, my res
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engaged to make me blessed.
Be thou my hope, my joy, my res
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engaged to make me blessed.
Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine, by sacred ties,
Thy son, thy servant bought with blood.
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine, by sacred ties,
Thy son, thy servant bought with blood.
With fainting heart, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook.
For thee I long, to thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook.
Should I from thee, my God, remove,
Life could no lasting bliss afford;
My joy, the sense of pardoning love,
My guard, the presence of my Lord.
Life could no lasting bliss afford;
My joy, the sense of pardoning love,
My guard, the presence of my Lord.
I’ll lift my hands, I’ll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And fill the circle of my days.
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