4 But what to those who find? ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The Love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou!
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,
And through eternity!
Bernard of Clairvaux. d. 1158.
Tr. Edward Caswall. 1849.
Jesus Rex admirabilis.
JESUS! King most wonderful,
Thou Conqueror renowned;
Thou Sweetness most ineffable,
In Whom all joys are found!
2 When once Thou visitest the heart,
Then truth begins to shine:
Then earthly vanities depart,
Then kindles love divine.
3 O Jesus, Light of all below!
Thou Fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
All that we can desire,—
4 May every heart confess Thy Name,
And ever Thee adore;
And, seeking Thee, itself inflame
To seek Thee more and more.
5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless;
Thee may we love alone;
And ever in our lives express
The image of Thine own.
Bernard of Clairvaux. d. 1158.
Tr. Edward Caswall. 1849.
and whither shall we
Thou alone hast words of life!
In our stormy griefs below,
Who, but Thou, can heal the strife
Sin and sorrow round us bring,
In life's vale while wandering?
2 Blessed Christ! embodied Word!
Thou alone art Life and Light:
Saints who have Thy truth preferred
Walk in peace, and worship right:
Thou alone to sin canst say,
"I am Love, the Living Way."
3 Sun of Grace, O ever shine,
Round our paths, where'er they lead!
Midnight feels a ray divine
Breaking through the darkest need,
If we hear, when most dismayed,
"It is I, be not afraid!”
4 Pardon, peace, and purity,
Gifts without, and grace within,
Love and light which set us free
From the curse and chain of sin-
These, Emmanuel, Thou canst give,
While upon Thy words we live.
5 Not a want Thou canst not fill;
Not a fear Thou wilt not tame;
If, indeed, repentance will
Rest upon Thy glorious Name,
High o'er every guilt and grave
Shall Redemption's banner wave!
6 Saviour, by our Polar Star,
Shaded by no sinful night;
Shed upon us from afar
Living beams of holy light:
When we reach our radiant home,
We shall know the Way we come.
ORD, should we leave Thy hallowed feet,
To whom should we repair?
Where else such holy comforts meet,
As spring eternal there?
2 Earth has no fount of true delight,
No pure perennial stream;
And sorrow's storm, and death's long night,
Obscure life's brightest beam.
3 Unmingled joys 'tis Thine to give,
And undecaying peace;
For Thou canst teach us so to live,
That life shall never cease.
4 Thou only canst the cheering words
Of endless life supply;
Anointed of the Lord of lords,
The Son of God most high!
George Washington Doane. 1824. a.
ПHOU art the Way: to Thee alone
Thee:
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.
2 Thou art the Truth: Thy Word alone
Sound wisdom can impart :
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm:
And those who put their trust in Thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.
George Washington Doane. 1824.
OLY Jesus, Saviour blest,
H When by passion strong possest,
Through this world of sin we stray,
Thou to guide us art the Way.
2 Holy Lord, when error's night
Dims and blinds our clouded sight,
Through the mists of sin to shine,
Thou dost rise, the Truth divine.
3 Holy Jesus, when our power
Fails us in temptation's hour.
All unequal to the strife,
Thou to aid us art the Life.
4 Who would reach the heavenly home,
Who would to the Father come,
Who the Father's presence see,
Jesus, he must come by Thee.
5 Channel of the Father's grace,
Image of the Father's face,
Saviour blest, incarnate Son,
With the Father Thou art One.
Guter Hirte, willst Du nicht.
WILT Thou not, my Shepherd true,
Spare Thy sheep, in mercy spare me?
Wilt Thou not, as shepherds do,
In Thine arms rejoicing bear me,
Bear me where all troubles cease,
Home to folds of joy and peace?
See, on earth's wide desert way,
How my truant steps mislead me;
Bring me back, no more to stray,
In Thine own green pastures feed me;
Gather me within the fold,
Where Thy lambs Thy light behold.
With Thy flock I long to be,
With the flock to whom 'tis given
Safe to feed, and, praising Thee,
Roam the happy plains of heaven:
Free from fear of sinful stain,
They can never stray again.
Lord, I here am sore beset,
Fears at every step confound me;
Lo! my foes have spread their net,
And with craft and might surround me;
Such their snares on every side,
Safe Thy sheep can ne'er abide.
Jesus, Lord! my Shepherd true,
O from wolves Thy sheep deliver;
Help, as shepherds wont to do,
From their jaws preserve me ever.
Bid Thy trembling wanderer come
To his everlasting home.
Johann Scheffler. 1657.
Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox. 1841-64.
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