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 soul 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, the bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express: Low before Thy footstool 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. Francis Scott Key
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #148.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021