From the same.* 1 O THOU, whom sinners love, whose care Does all our sickness heal, Thee we approach, with heart sincere, Thy power we joy to feel. To Thee our humblest thanks we pay, To Thee our souls we bow; Of hell erewhile the helpless prey, Heirs of Thy glory now. 2 As incense to Thy throne above, O, let our prayers arise! O, wing with flames of holy love Our living sacrifice! Stir up Thy strength, O Lord of Might, Our willing breasts inspire: Fill our