Blest Jesus, When My Soaring Thoughts

Blest Je­sus

when my soar­ing thoughts

O’er all Thy grac­es rove

O’er all Thy grac­es rove

How is my soul in trans­port lost—

How is my soul in trans­port lost—

In wonder

joy and love.

Not soft­est strains can charm mine ears

Like Thy be­lov­èd name

Like Thy be­lov­èd name!

Nor aught be­neath the skies in­spire

Nor aught be­neath the skies in­spire

My heart with eq­ual flame.

Where’er I look

my won­der­ing eyes

Unnumbered bless­ings see!

Unnumbered bless­ings see!

But what is life with all its bliss!

But what is life with all its bliss!

If once com­pared to Thee!

Hast Thou a ri­val in my breast?

Search

Lord

for Thou canst tell

Search

Lord

for Thou canst tell

If aught can raise my pass­ions thus

If aught can raise my pass­ions thus

Or please my soul so well.