689—Father to Thee my soul I lift
Father to Thee my soul I lift
My soul on Thee depends
Convic’d that every perfect gift
From Thee alone descends
Mercy and grace are Thine alone
And pow’r and wisdom too
Without the Spirit of Thy Son
We nothing good an do
We cannot speak one useful word
One holy thought conceive
Unless, in answer to our Lord
Thyself the blessing give
His blood demands the purchased grace
His bloods availing plea
Obtain’d the help for all our race
And sends it down to me
Thou all our works in us has wrought
Our good is all divine
The praise of every virtuous thought
And righteous word is Thine
From Thee, through Jesus, we receive
The pow’r on Thee to call
In whom we are, we move, we live
Our God is all in all!
