HYMN XIX.
[But what are all the blessings, Lord]
But what are all the blessings, Lord,
Which our frail bodies prove,
Unless Thou to our souls afford
The happiness of love?
Our souls, (we above all desire,)
Our souls vouchsafe to bless;
And into our young hearts inspire
The knowledge of Thy grace.
We lack the wisdom from on high;
For love on Thee we call,
Who never canst Thyself deny,
But givest Thyself to all.
Then let us with Thy gifts receive
The Giver from above;
And never sin, and never grieve
The God whom once we love.
