Joel Thorne - Father, to thee my soul I lift - текст песни (слова)

Father, to thee my soul I lift,
 My soul on thee depends;
 Convinc'd that ev'ry perfect gift
 From thee alone descends. 
 
 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
 And pow'r, and wisdom too;
 Without the Spirit of thy Son
 We nothing good can do. 
 
 Thou all our works in us hast wrought,
 Our good is all divine:
 The praise of ev'ry virtuous thought
 And righteous word is thine. 
 
 From thee, through Jesus, we receive
 The pow'r on thee to call;
 In whom we are, and move, and live;
 Our God is all in all.