 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN.
O Thou, whose eye, with mercy mild,
Surveys the sinner's bended knee,
Thou, who wast once a little child,
As tender and as young as we;
Dear Jesus, Saviour, Father, Friend,
To thee our lisping tongues would raise—
While humbly at thy feet we bend—
A song of gratitude and praise.
Surveys the sinner's bended knee,
Thou, who wast once a little child,
As tender and as young as we;
Dear Jesus, Saviour, Father, Friend,
To thee our lisping tongues would raise—
While humbly at thy feet we bend—
A song of gratitude and praise.
'T was thy creating Word that made
All things below and all above,
Where we admiring see displayed
Thy matchless wisdom, power, and love.
'T was thy redeeming love that raised,
Our souls from ruin, sin, and wo;
Then let thy holy name be praised,
By all good children here below.
All things below and all above,
Where we admiring see displayed
Thy matchless wisdom, power, and love.
'T was thy redeeming love that raised,
Our souls from ruin, sin, and wo;
Then let thy holy name be praised,
By all good children here below.
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And may those hearts thy love inclined
To bless our souls with heavenly light,
To pour instructions o'er the mind,
Enshrined in ignorance and night—
May they enjoy a rich reward,
In conscious virtue's sweet repast;
Oh bless them while on earth, dear Lord,
And take them to thyself at last.
To bless our souls with heavenly light,
To pour instructions o'er the mind,
Enshrined in ignorance and night—
May they enjoy a rich reward,
In conscious virtue's sweet repast;
Oh bless them while on earth, dear Lord,
And take them to thyself at last.
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |