Verse 14, &c

Dear Lord, my thankful Heart revives The Hope thine Invitation gives: To thee my joyful Lips shall raise The Voice of Prayer, the Voice of Praise.

I am my Lord's, and he is mine: Our Hearts, our Hopes, our Passions join: Not let a Motion or a Word, Or Thought arise to grieve my Lord.

Till the Day breaks and Shadows flee, Till the sweet drawing Light I see, Thine Eyes to me ward ever turn, Nor let my Soul in Darkness mourn.

Be like a Hart on Mountains green; Leap o'er these Hills of Fear and Sin: Nor Guilt nor Unbelief divide My Love, my Saviour from my Side.