REDEEMED from guilt, redeemed from fears, My soul restored, and gone my tears, What can I do, O love divine, What to repay such gifts as Thine?
What can I do, so poor, so weak, But from Thy hands new blessings seek? A heart to feel my mercies more, A soul to know Thee and adore.
O! teach me at Thy feet to fall, And yield Thee up myself, my all; Before Thy saints my debt to own, And live and die to Thee alone!
Thy Spirit, Lord, to me impart! Expand, and raise, and fill my heart; So may my life begin to be Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847