C.M. sung to St. Stephen 1 O LORD, we know it matters nought, How sweet the song may be, No heart but of the Spirit taught Makes melody to Thee. 2 Then teach Thy gathered saints, O Lord, To worship in Thy fear; And let Thy grace mould every word That meets Thy holy ear. 3 Thou hast by blood made sinners meet, As saints in light, to come And worship at the mercy-seat, Before the eternal throne. 4 Thy precious name is all we show, Our only passport, Lord; And full assurance now we know, Confiding in Thy word. 5 O largely give, 'tis all Thine own, The Spirit's goodly fruit; Praise, issuing forth in life, alone Our living Lord can suit. | Alternative tunes (C.M.) |