Lord, in this dust thy sovereign voice
First quickened love divine;
I am all thine—thy care and choice,
My very praise is thine.
I praise Thee, while thy providence 5
In childhood frail I trace,
For blessings given, ere dawning sense
Could seek or scan thy grace;
Blessings in boyhood’s marvelling hour,
Bright dreams and fancyings strange; 10