Hear, Lord, the Song of Praise and Prayer

Hear

Lord

the song of praise and pray­er

In Heav’n Thy dwell­ing place

From in­fants

made Thy con­stant care

[originally

made the pub­lic care]

And taught to seek Thy face!

Thanks for Thy Word

and for Thy day

And grant us

we im­plore

Never to waste in sin­ful play

Thy ho­ly Sab­baths more.

Thanks that we hear—but

Oh

im­part

To each de­sires sin­cere

That we may list­en with our heart

And learn

as well as hear.

For if vain thoughts our minds en­gage

Of el­der far than we:

What hope that at our heed­less age

Our minds shall e’er be free?

Much hope

if Thou our spir­its take

Under Thy gra­cious sway

Who canst the wis­est wis­er make

And babes as wise as they.

Wisdom and bliss Thy Word be­stows

A sun that ne’er de­clines;

And be Thy mer­cies show­ered on those

Who placed us where it shines.