Father! whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise: --
2 |Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And let me live to thee.
3 |Let the sweet hope that thou art mine
My path of life attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And bless its happy end.|
Anne Steele, 1760.