For a Tender Conscience, 1

Father, to Thee my soul I lift,
My soul on Thee depends,
Convinced, that every perfect gift
From Thee alone descends.
Mercy and grace are Thine alone,
And power and wisdom too,
Without the Spirit of Thy Son
We nothing good can do.

We cannot speak one useful word,
One holy thought conceive,
Unless, in answer to our Lord,
Thyself the blessing give:
His blood demands the purchased grace,
His blood's availing plea
Obtain'd the help for all our race,
And sends it down to me.

Thou all our works in us hast wrought,
Our good is all Divine,
The praise of every virtuous thought,
Or righteous work, is Thine:
From Thee, through Jesus, we receive
The power on Thee to call,
In whom we are, and move, and live,
Our God is all in all.