Imploring Divine Influences

My God, whene'er my longing heart
Thy praiseful tribute would impart,
In vain my tongue with feeble aim,
Attempts the glories of thy name.

In vain my boldest thoughts arise,
I sink to earth and lose the skies;
Yet I may still thy grace implore,
And low in dust thy name adore.

O let thy grace my heart inspire,
And raise each languid, weak desire;
Thy grace, which condescends to meet
The sinner prostrate at thy feet.

With humble fear let love unite,
And mix devotion with delight;
Then shall thy name be all my joy,
Thy praise, my constant blest employ.

Thy name inspires the harps above
With harmony, and praise, and love;
That grace, which tunes th' immortal strings,
Looks kindly down on mortal things.

O let thy grace guide ev'ry song,
And fill my heart and tune my tongue;
Then shall the strain harmonious flow,
And heav'n's sweet work begin below.