He that searcheth the hearts… Romans 8:27
O Thou, who hast at Thy command
The hearts of all men in Thy hand,
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but Thine.
Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mold every purpose of the soul;
O’er all may we victorious prove
That stands between us and Thy love.
Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to Thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love and gratitude and praise.
And while we to Thy glory live,
May we to Thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls Thy willing servants home.