208.  Thy Grace Impart

1
O Lord, thy promised grace impart,
And fill my consecrated heart.
Henceforth my chief concern shall be,
To live and speak and toil for thee.

2
While joyfully in thine employ,
The thought shall fill my soul with joy,
That my imperfect work shall be
Acceptable through Christ to thee.

3
Thy watchful eye pervadeth space,
Thy presence, Lord, fills ev’ry place;
And wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.

4
Renouncing ev’ry worldly thing,
And safe beneath thy shelt’ring wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in thee.