Author: Gilpin ~ Meter: 184.108.40.206.D.
O God of grace, our Father, All praise we give to Thee, 'Tis in Thy sov'reign favour All blessedness we see; There only is the fountain Whence living waters flow, Which like a glorious river Still gladden as they go. As Thine, Thou didst foreknow us From all eternity; Thy chosen, loved ones ever, Kept present to Thine eye; And when was come the moment, Thou, calling by Thy grace, Didst gently, firmly draw us Each from his hiding-place. Thy word, Thyself reflecting, Doth sanctify by truth, Still leading on Thy children With gentle heavenly growth. Thus still the work begun by grace, The work begun by grace, For each is meet, and training, Father, to see Thy face.