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Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untir'd I follow Thee ;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day :
'Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.



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 !
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,

Where'er Thy healing streams arise :
O Jesu, nothing may I see,
Nothing hear, feel, or think, but Thee !

Unwearied may I this pursue,

Dauntless to the high prize aspire ;
Hourly within my breast renew

This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard this sacred treasure there.

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 :
Be Thou my flame; within me burn,

Jesu, and I in Thee am blest :
Thou art the balm of life : my soul
Is faint; O save, O make it whole !

What in Thy love possess I not ?

My star by night, my sun by day,
My spring of life when parch'd with drought,

My wine to cheer, my bread to stay ;
My strength, my shield, my safe abode,
My robe before the throne of God!

Ah love! thy influence withdrawn,

What profits me that I am born ?
All my delight, my joy is gone,

Nor know I peace 'till Thou return :
Thee may I seek 'till 1 attain ;
And never may we part again.

From all eternity with love

Unchangeable Thou hast me view'd ;
E’re knew this beating heart to move,

Thy tender mercies me pursu'd :
Ever with me may they abide,
And close me in on every side.

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 :
And when I fall, soon may I hear
Thy voice, and know that love is near.

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