Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee, <br />For the bliss Thy love bestows, <br />For the pardoning grace that saves me, <br />And the peace that from it flows: <br />Help, O God, my weak endeavor; <br />This dull soul to rapture raise: <br />Thou must light the flame, or never <br />Can my love be warmed to praise. <br /> <br />Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, <br />Wretched wanderer, far astray; <br />Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee <br />From the paths of death away; <br />Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, <br />Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear, <br />And the light of hope revealing, <br />Bade the blood-stained cross appear. <br /> <br />Praise thy Savior God that drew thee <br />To that cross, new life to give, <br />Held a blood sealed pardon to thee, <br />Bade thee look to Him and live. <br />Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee, <br />Roused thee from thy fatal ease; <br />Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee, <br />Praise the grace that whispered peace. <br /> <br />Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling <br />Vainly would my lips express. <br />Low before Thy footstool kneeling, <br />Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless: <br />Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, <br />Love's pure flame within me raise; <br />And, since words can never measure, <br />Let my life show forth Thy praise.<br /><br />Francis Scott Key<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lord-with-glowing-heart-i-d-praise-thee/
