The praises of my tongue
I offer to the Lord,
That I was taught, and learned so young
To read His holy Word.
That I was brought to know
The danger I was in;
By nature and by practice, too,
A wretched slave to sin.
That I am led to see
I can do nothing well;
And whither shall a sinner flee
To save himself from hell?
Dear Lord, this Book of Thine
Informs me where to go
For grace to pardon all my sin,
And make me holy, too.
Here I can read and learn
How Christ, the Son of God,
Did undertake our great concern;
Our ransom cost His blood.
And now He reigns above,
Has sent His Spirit down
To show the wonders of His love,
And make His gospel known.
ML 10/22/1916