GRANT, Lord, it may not be in vain
That I have made my boast in Thee;
And talked of Thy redeeming, grace,
Of all Thy wondrous love to me.
Most weak and helpless, yet I am
On Thee dependent every hour;
No stock of strength from whence to draw,
In me no wisdom and no pow’r.
But Thou dost fill my heart with joy,
“Good tidings’, from afar dost send,
By which my restless will to Thine,
In sweet obedience, Thou dost bend.
Thy word of Truth, that Book Divine,
Tells me of all Thy mind and will;
Fills me with knowledge day by day,
Thy holy pleasure to fulfill.
It speaks of Jesus and of Grace,
It tells of things laid up above,
Of heavenly pleasures and of joys,
Prepared by Almighty love.
Well may my soul then happy be,
Feasting upon substantial good,
Resting beneath the sheltering wings
Of Him who is both great and good.
Well may my lips His praise proclaim,
And speak of what my God hath done;
And how He gave His choicest gift,
His only and Beloved Son!
But still the conflict let me press,
The daily enemy pursue;
The glorious fight of faith engage,
And keep the victor’s prize in view.
So shall I go from strength to strength,
So shall I not the Spirit grieve,
So shall I honor Christ my Lord,
And glory to the Father give.