Father of love, to thee I bend <br />My heart, and lift mine eyes; <br />O let my pray'r and praise ascend <br />As odours to the skies. <br /> <br />Thy pard'ning voice I come to hear, <br />To know thee as thou art: <br />Thy ministers can reach the ear, <br />But thou must touch the heart. <br /> <br />O stamp me in thy heav'nly mould, <br />And grant thy word appl'd <br />May bring forth fruit an hundred fold <br />And speak me justify'd.<br /><br />Augustus Montague Toplady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-of-love-to-thee-i-bend/
