A Hymn by Francis Scott Key

This hymn, by the author of The Star-Spangled Banner, is in the public domain.

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Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
For the bliss thy love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows.
Help, O God! my weak endeavor,
This dull soul to rapture raise;
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.

Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away.
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.

Lord! this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express;
Low, before thy foot-stool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth thy praise.

Where I found this: New York Times, June 17, 1914, article about plans for Baltimore's centennial celebration of The Star-Spangled Banner that fall.


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