478t Brentford
Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove Amid the wonders of Thy love, Sweet hope revives my drooping heart, And bids intruding fears depart. Repentant sorrow fills my heart, But mingling joy allays the smart; Oh! may my future life declare The sorrow and the joy sincere. Be all my heart and all my days Devoted to my Saviour's praise; And let my glad obedience prove, How much I owe, how much I love. |