Jesus, Thy Boundless Love to Me

Jesus

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.

O

grant that no­thing in my soul

May dwell

but Thy pure love alone;

Oh

may Thy love pos­sess me whole

My joy

my trea­sure

and my crown.

Strange fires far from my heart 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 Je­sus

no­thing may I see

And no­thing feel or think

but Thee!

Unwearied may I this pur­sue

And daunt­less to high prize as­pire.

Hourly with­in my breast re­new

This ho­ly flame

this heav’n­ly fire;

And day and night be all my care

To guard this sac­red trea­sure there.

My Sav­ior

Thou Thy love to me

In want

in pain

in shame

hast showed;

For me

on the ac­curs­èd tree

Thou pouredst forth Thy guilt­less blood;

Thy wounds up­on my heart im­press

Nor aught shall the loved stamp ef­face.

More hard than mar­ble is my heart

And foul with sins of deep­est stain;

But Thou the migh­ty Sav­ior art

Nor flowed 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

Armed 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 poured Thy mild

And low­ly mind in­to my breast.

Nor may we ever part­ed be

Till I be­come as one with Thee.

O draw me

Sav­ior

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 naught 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 parched 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 I at­tain;

And nev­er may we part again.

From all eter­ni­ty with love

Unchangeable Thou hast me viewed;

Ere knew this beat­ing heart to move

Thy ten­der mer­cies me pur­sued.

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 if I fall

soon may I hear

Thy voice

and know that love is near.

In suf­fer­ing be Thy love my peace

In weak­ness be Thy love my pow­er;

And when the storms of life shall cease

Jesu

in that im­port­ant hour

In death as life be Thou my guide

And save me

who for me hast died!