Father of Omnipresent Grace

Father of om­ni­pre­sent grace!

We seem agreed to seek Thy face;

But ev­ery soul as­sem­bled here

Doth nak­ed in Thy sight ap­pear:

Thou know’st who on­ly bows the knee

And who in heart ap­proach­es Thee.

Thy Spir­it hath the dif­fer­ence made

Betwixt the liv­ing and the dead;

Thou now dost into some in­spire

The pure

be­ne­vo­lent de­sire:

O that e’en now Thy pow­er­ful call

May quick­en and con­vert us all.

The sin­ners sud­den­ly con­vince

O’erwhelmed be­neath their load of sins;

Today

while it is called to­day

Awake

and stir them up to pray

Their dire cap­tiv­ity to own

And from the ir­on fur­nace groan.

Then

then

ac­know­ledge

and set free

The peo­ple bought

O Lord

by Thee!

The sheep for whom their Shep­herd bled

For whom we in Thy Spir­it plead:

Let all in Thee re­demp­tion find

And not a soul be left be­hind.