Come dearest Lord, our Souls inspire,
Our languid Graces raise!
Let grateful Love, and warm Desire
Awake our tongues to praise
While Faith and Hope and Love sincere,
Our thankful Hearts employ:
Let humble Penitence be here
And mingle Grief with Joy.
And didst Thou leave thy Throne on high?
Did God’s Eternal Son,
Come down to Earth and bleed and die
For rebels lost, undone?
In thee, what blissful Glories sweet!
We wonder, love, adore!
And while we mourn beneath thy feet,
Desire to love thee more.
We hate our Sins, those cruel Foes,
That pierced thy bleeding veins;
Yet here (surprizing Mercy!) flows
The Balm for all our pains.
Life, Hope and Bliss, thy Death imparts,
Bliss how divinely free!
Jesus we yield these wretched Hearts,
Our worthless all, to Thee.
Dear Lord, accept and make us thine!
Be all our future Days,
Inspired, constrain’d by Love divine!
Devoted to thy Praise.
Text: Steele Collection, 3/1/4, no. 16, Angus Library, Regent's Park College, Oxford; this hymn first published in Nonconformist Women Writers, 1720-1840, vol. 2 (ed. Julia B. Griffin), p. 113-14.