Hymn of Thanksgiving to the Father 1 Thee, O my God and King, My Father, thee I sing! Hear well-pleas'd the joyous sound, Praise from earth and heav'n receive; Lost, I now in Christ am found, Dead, by faith in Christ I live. 2 Father, behold thy son, In Christ I am thy own. 29Charles records singing this hymn in his MS Journal as early as July 10, 1738. Stranger long to thee and rest, See the prodigal is come: Open wide thine arms and breast, Take the weary wand'rer home. 3 Thine eye observ'd from far, Thy pity look'd me near: Me thy bowels yearn'd to see, Me thy mercy ran to find, Empty, poor, and void of thee, Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind. 4 Thou on my neck didst fall, Thy kiss forgave me all: Still the gracious words I hear, Words that made the Saviour mine, "Haste, for him the robe prepare, His be righteousness divine!" 5 Thee then, my God and King, My Father, thee I sing! Hear well-pleas'd the joyous sound, Praise from earth and heav'n receive; Lost, I now in Christ am found, Dead, by faith in Christ I live.