By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. 2nd. metre.
      1 THOU, Jesu, thou my breast inspire,
      And touch my lips with hallowed fire,
      And loose a stammering infant's tongue;
      Prepare the vessel of thy grace,
      Adorn me with the robes of praise,
      And mercy shall be all my song;
      Mercy for all who know not God,
      Mercy for all in Jesu's blood,
      Mercy, that earth and heaven transcends;
      Love, that o'erwhelms the saints in light,
      The length, and breadth, and depth, and height
      Of love divine, which never ends!

      2 A faithful witness of thy grace,
      Well may I fill the allotted space,
      And answer all thy great design;
      Walk in the works by thee prepared;
      And find annexed the vast reward,
      The crown of righteousness divine.
      When I have lived to thee alone,
      Pronounce the welcome word, " Well done!"
      And let me take my place above;
      Enter into my Master's joy,
      And all eternity employ
      In praise, and ecstasy, and love.