Great God, Indulge My Humble Claim

Great God

in­dulge my hum­ble claim

Thou art my hope

my joy

my rest;

The glo­ries that com­pose Thy name

Stand all en­gaged to make me blest.

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.

With heart

and eyes

and lift­ed hands

For Thee I long

to Thee I look

As tra­vel­ers in thirs­ty lands

Pant for the cool­ing wa­ter brook.

With ear­ly feet I love t’ap­pear

Among Thy saints

and seek Thy face;

Oft have I seen Thy glo­ry there

And felt the pow­er of sov­er­eign grace.

Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste

Nor all the joys our sens­es know

Could make me so di­vine­ly blest

Or raise my cheer­ful pas­sions so.

My life it­self with­out Thy love

No taste of plea­sure could af­ford;

’Twould but a tire­some bur­den prove

If I were ban­ished from the Lord.

Amidst the wake­ful hours of night

When bu­sy cares af­flict my head

One thought of Thee gives new de­light

And adds re­fresh­ment to my bed.

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 spend the rem­nant of my days.