All Praise Be Thine (A Hymn )

O, thou my God and savior dear,

Bend down thy ever listening ear,

That thou mine humble prayer might hear;

        O, King of mine.

Bend low then ear to hear us pray,

Take all my former self away,

Remold like thee this earthly clay,

        All praise be thine.

                   II.

How near thou seemest Lord, to me,

When I in faith speak unto thee;

And thus would I it e’er should be,

        O, Lord divine.

And when thy blessing on me pour,

From out that endless heavenly store,

Thy name shall ring forever more,

        All praise be thine.

Feb. 19, ‘92