Lord Jesus, Thou Thy Church Hast Graced

Lord Jesus, Thou Thy Church hast Graced With gifts supernal and divine; Gifts of Thy Spirit, pure and chaste, With heavenly lustre here to shine. Ascending to Thy Father's throne, Thou hast bestowed them on Thine own.

In Thee, our living Head, are stored Treasures of wisdom, light and love; On us, Thy members, Thou hast poured This wealth of blessing from above. Oh, may we prove, this very hour, The nine-fold splendour of Thy pow'r!

Speak, Lord! By Word of Wisdom pure, Thy will reveal, Thy mind impart; By Word of Knowledge, swift and sure, Illume, instruct, and guide each heart, So shall we trace Thy way divine, Line upon line, in clear design.

Thy mighty faith on us bestow, Beyond our measure or our thought; Let gifts of healing from Thee flow, And wonders in Thy name be wrought. Make bare Thine arm, confirm Thy Word, That all may own Thee Christ and Lord!

Touch Thou our lips! We would aspire To speak the praises of Thy love, Gifted with pure prophetic fire And holy unction from above; Whilst, through Thy searching Spirit, taught The secret springs of life and thought.

With tongues of men or Seraph strain, Speak forth Thy words, in praise, in prayer; Then make each heaven-sent message plain, That we Thy glories may declare. Grace every gift with love's high theme: Yea, reign o'er all, O Love supreme!