By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 FATHER, to thee my soul I lift,
      My soul on thee depends,
      Convinced that every perfect gift
      From thee alone descends.

      2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
      And power and wisdom too;
      Without the Spirit of thy Son
      We nothing good can do.

      3 We cannot speak one useful word,
      One holy thought conceive,
      Unless, in answer to our Lord,
      Thyself the blessing give.

      4 His blood demands the purchased grace;
      His blood's availing plea
      Obtained the help for all our race,
      And sends it down to me.

      5 Thou all our works in us hast wrought;
      Our good is all divine;
      The praise of every virtuous thought,
      And righteous word, is thine.

      6 From thee, through Jesus, we receive
      The power on thee to call,
      In whom we are, and move, and live;
      Our God is all in all!