Hymn 116 — Blest God and father, we confess
| 116 | MRS. A. M. FENNELL | L.M. |
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Blest God and father, we confess We every grace derive from Thee, And in Thy well-beloved Son Whose death secured our liberty. | |
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The Holy Spirit's power reveals The things that to our peace belong; Here nothing ill can now intrude, Nor jarring notes disturb our song. | |
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How may we rise to Thy vast thoughts, Or apprehend Thy sovereign will -- The grace that sets our souls on high, And love that brings us nearer still? | |
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Embraced in Thine unchanging love, Its holy stimulus doth serve To wake our richest songs of praise, And claim our hearts without reserve. | |
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O wondrous sphere! 'Tis vibrant now With one resounding note of joy From many sons who worship Thee -- Eternity's serene employ. | |
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Absorbed in favour all divine Conferred on those of high estate, Our hearts, surrend'ring unto Thee, Are held in love so full, so great. | |