NOT, Lord, Thine ancient works alone, Thy wonders to past ages shown, Make our glad spirits glow; Our eyes behold Thy works of might; On us full beam Thy wonders bright; The living God we know.
We joy not only to be told How with Thy saints and seers of old Thou madest sweet abode: We of Thy presence bright can tell; Thou in Thy living saints dost dwell: We feel the living God.
Thou settest us each task divine; We bless that helping hand of Thine, This strength by Thee bestowed: Thou minglest in the glorious fight, Thine own the cause, Thine own the might; We serve the living God.
Ah! soon we droop; ah! soon we tire; Our fainting hearts new strength require, Again would quickened be: We ask no priest; we seek no shrine; To Thee we come for life divine, Thou living God, to Thee!
O, more than satisfy our need; Our most divine desires exceed; Our daily Quickener be: Thou living God, possess us still; Thy wondrous life in us fulfil, Our blessèd life in Thee!
Thomas Hornblower Gill, 1819-1906