O Lord, Thy Heavenly Grace Impart

O Lord

Thy heav’n­ly grace im­part

And fix

my frail

in­con­stant heart;

Henceforth my chief de­sire shall be

To de­di­cate my­self to Thee.

Whate’er pur­suits my time em­ploy

One thought shall fill my soul with joy;

That si­lent

sec­ret hope shall be

That all my hopes are fixed on Thee.

Thy glo­ri­ous eye per­vad­eth space;

Thy pre­sence Lord

fills ev­ery place;

And

where­so­e’er my lot may be

Still shall my spir­it cleave to Thee.

Renouncing ev­ery world­ly thing

And safe be­neath Thy spread­ing wing

My sweet­est thought hence­forth shall be

That all I want I find in Thee.