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Father of lights from whom proceeds

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XVIII (1791) Lyrics: 1 Father of lights from whom proceeds Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs, Whose goodness, providently nigh; Feeds the young ravens when they cry: To thee I look, my heart prepare, Suggest and hearken to my pray'r. 2 Since by thy light myself I see Naked, and poor, and void of thee; Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey, Preventing what my lips would say; Thou seest my wants for help they call, And e're I speak thou know'st them all. 3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind: Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse to good, and prone to ill; Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love. 4 Fain would I know as known by thee, And feel the indigence I see; Fain would I all my vileness own, And deep beneath the burden groan; Abhor the pride that lurks within, Detest and loath myself and sin. 5 Ah! give me, Lord, myself to feel, My total misery reveal; Ah! give me Lord, (I still would say) A heart to mourn, a heart to pray; My business this, my only care, My life, my ev'ry breath be pray'r. Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Father of Lights, from whom proceeds

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XVIII (1788) Lyrics: 1 Father of Lights, from whom proceeds Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs, Whose goodness, providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry: To thee I look, my heart prepare, Suggest, and hearken to my pray'r. 2 Since by thy light myself I see Naked, and poor, and void of thee; Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey, Preventing what my lips would say; Thou seest my wants, for help they call And, ere I speak, thou know'st them all. 3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind: Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse to good, and prone to ill; Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love. 4 Fain would I know as known by thee, And feel the indigence I see; Fain would I all my vileness own, And deep beneath the burden groan; Abhor the pride that lurks within, Detest and loath myself and sin. 5 Ah! give me, Lord, myself to feel, My total misery reveal; Ah! give me Lord, (I still would say) A heart to mourn, a heart to pray; My business this, my only care, My life, my ev'ry breath be pray'r. Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Father of Lights, from whom proceeds

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XVIII (1790) Lyrics: 1 Father of Lights, from whom proceeds Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs, Whose goodness, providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry: To thee I look, my heart prepare, Suggest, and hearken to my pray'r. 2 Since by thy light myself I see Naked, and poor, and void of thee; Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey, Preventing what my lips would say; Thou seest my wants, for help they call, And ere I speak thou know'st them all. 3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind: Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse to good, and prone to ill; Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love. 4 Fain would I know as known by thee, And feel the indigence I see; Fain would I all my vileness own, And deep beneath the burden groan; Abhor the pride that lurks within, Detest and loath myself and sin. 5 Ah! give me, Lord, myself to feel, My total misery reveal; Ah! give me Lord, (I still would say) A heart to mourn, a heart to pray; My business this, my only care, My life, my ev'ry breath be pray'r. Topics: Penitential Languages: English