Gladly I Take Thy Love’s Advice

Gladly I take Thy love’s ad­vice

While with­out mo­ney

with­out price

I come Thy grace to buy

Faith as the gold­en bull­ion pure

Which can the fie­ry test en­dure

And all my wants sup­ply.

I come to buy that rich­est dress

The saints’ un­spot­ted ho­li­ness

The co­ver­ing from ab­ove;

To swal­low up my sin­ful shame

Whate’er I have

whate’er I am

In pur­ity of love.

All things that I may clear­ly see

The Spir­it which pro­ceeds from Thee

The unc­tion I im­plore:

O might I now the bless­ing gain

The sight of Thee my Lord ob­tain

And nev­er lose it more.

Jesus

Thy pro­mised Spir’t im­part

To cure the blin­dness of my heart

Mine un­belief to chase

That I Thine op­en face may see

And spend a blest eter­ni­ty

In ec­sta­sies of praise.