Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art

Not what I am

O Lord

but what Thou art;

That

that alone

can be my soul’s true rest;

Thy love

not mine

bids fear and doubt depart

And stills the tempest of my tossing breast.

It is Thy perfect love that casts out fear;

I know the voice that speaks the It is I

And in these well-known words of heavenly cheer

I hear the joy that bids each sorrow fly.

Thy Name is Love! I hear it from yon Cross;

Thy Name is Love! I read it in yon tomb:

All meaner love is perishable dross

But this shall light me through time’s thickest gloom.

It blesses now

and shall for ever bless;

It saves me now

and shall for ever save;

It holds me up in days of helplessness

It bears me safely o’er each swelling wave.

’Tis what I know of Thee

my Lord and God

That fills my soul with peace

my lips with song;

Thou art my health

my joy

my staff

my rod;

Leaning on Thee

in weakness I am strong.

More of Thyself

Oh

show me

hour by hour;

More of Thy glory

O my God and Lord;

More of Thyself in all Thy grace and power;

More of Thy love and truth

Incarnate Word.