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Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
If rough and thorny be the way,
“ THAT I MAY KNOW HIM, AND THE POWER OF
Jesu, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare : O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there : Thine wholly, Thine alone I am : Be Thou alone my constant flame.
() grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but Thy pure love alone : O may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown: Strange fires far from my soul remove, My every act, word, thought, be love.
O love, how cheering is Thy ray!
All pain before Thy presence flies !
Where'er Thy healing streams arise :
Unwearied may I this pursue,
Dauntless to the high prize aspire ;
This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
My Saviour, Thou thy love to me
In want, in pain, in shame hast show'd; For me on the accursed tree
Thou pouredst forth Thy guiltless blood : Thy wounds upon my heart impress, Nor ought shall the lov'd stamp efface.
More hard than marble is my heart,
And foul with sins of deepest stain : But Thou the mighty Saviour art,
Nor flow'd Thy cleansing blood in vain. Ah! soften, melt this rock, and may Thy blood wash all these stains away.
O that my heart, which open stands,
May catch each drop, that torturing pain, Arm’d by my sins, wrung from Thy hands,
Thy feet, Thy head, Thy every vein : That still my breast may heave with sighs, Still tears of love o'erflow my eyes.
O that I as a little child
May follow Thee, nor ever rest, 'Till sweetly Thou hast pour'd Thy mild
And lowly mind into my breast. Nor ever may we parted be, 'Till I become one spirit with Thee.
O draw me, Saviour, after Thee,
So shall I run and never tire : With gracious words still comfort me;
Be Thou my hope, my sole desire : Free me from every weight: nor fear Nor sin can come, if Thou art here.
My health, my light, my life, my crown,
My portion, and my treasure Thou O take me, seal me for Thine own;
To Thee alone my soul I bow; Without Thee all is pain, my mind Repose in nought but Thee can find.
Howe'er I rove, where'er I turn,
In Thee alone is all my rest :
Jesu, and I in Thee am blest :
What in Thy love possess I not ?
My star by night, my sun by day,
My wine to cheer, my bread to stay ;
Ah love! thy influence withdrawn,
What profits me that I am born ?
Nor know I peace 'till Thou return :
From all eternity with love
Unchangeable Thou hast me view'd ;
Thy tender mercies me pursu'd :
Still let Thy love point out my way,
(How wondrous things Thy love hath wrought!) Still lead me, lest I go astray,
Direct my work, inspire my thought :