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Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
To know it now, resolved I am :
What though my sinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend so long, I rise superior to my pain ;
When I am weak, then am I strong : And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.
My strength is gone, my nature dies,
I sink beneath Thy mighty hand;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand,-
Yield to me now,- for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair ; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;
Be conquered by my instant prayer ; Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me, if Thy name be Love.
'Tis Love ! ’tis Love! Thou diedst for me;
I hear Thy whisper in my heart :
Pure, Universal Love, Thou art :
My prayer hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive ; Through faith I see Thee face to face ;
I see Thee face to face, and live; In vain I have not wept and strove ; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend;
But stay, and love me to the end :
The Sun of Righteousness on me
Hath rose, with healing in His wings ;
My soul its life and succour brings ; .
Contented now, upon my thigh
I halt, till life's short journey end ; All helplessness, all weakness, I
On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move; Thy nature and Thy name is Love,
Lame as I am, I take the prey ;
Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome ; I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And, as a bounding hart, fly home;
“ MAKE ME A CLEAN HEART, O GOD!”
O FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free!
So freely shed for me !
A heart resign’d, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone !
An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean !
From Him that dwells within !
A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine!