We praise Thy name with one accord;
Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see,
Through all the world do worship Thee.
2. To Thee aloud all angels cry,
The heavens and all the powers on high;
Thee, “Holy, Holy, Holy King,
Lord God of hosts!” they ever sing.
3. Th’ apostles join the glorious throng;
The prophets swell th’ immortal song;
Thy martyrs’ noble army raise
Eternal anthems to Thy praise.
4. From day to day, O Lord, do we
Highly exalt and honor Thee.
Thy name we worship and adore
World without end, forevermore!
5. Vouchsafe, O Lord, we humbly pray,
To keep us safe from sin this day;
Have mercy, Lord! We trust in Thee;
O let us ne’er confounded be!
T. Cotterill, 1815, a.
67
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Jehovah, let me now adore Thee,
For where is there a God such, Lord, as Thou?
With songs I fain would come before Thee;
O let Thy Holy Spirit teach me now
To praise Thee in His name, through whom alone
Our songs can please Thee, through Thy blessed Son.
2. O Father, draw me to my Savior
That Thy dear Son may draw me unto Thee;
Thy Spirit guide my whole behavior
And rule both sense and reason thus in me,
That, Lord, Thy peace I taste may ne’er depart,
But wake sweet melodies within my heart.
3. Grant that Thy Spirit prompt my praises,
Then shall my singing surely please Thine ear;
Sweet are the sounds my heart then raises,
My prayer in truth and spirit Thou wilt hear.
Then shall Thy Spirit raise my heart to Thee
To sing Thee psalms of praise in high degree.
4. For He can plead for me with sighings
That are unspeakable to lips like mine;
He bids me pray with earnest cryings,
Bears witness with my soul that I am Thine,
Joint heir with Christ and thus may dare to say:
O Abba, Father, hear me when I pray!
5. When thus my heart in prayer ascendeth
Through Thine own Holy Spirit unto Thee,
Thy heart, O Father, kindly bendeth
Its fervent love and favor unto me,
Rejoicing my petition to fulfil
Which I have made according to Thy will.
6. And what Thy Spirit thus hath taught me
To seek from Thee must needs be such a prayer
As Thou wilt grant, through Him who bought me
And raised me up to be Thy child and heir.
In Jesus’ name I, fearless, seek Thy face
And take from Thee, my Father, grace for grace.
7. O joy! my hope and trust are founded
On His sure Word and witness in the heart;
I know Thy mercies are unbounded,
And all good gifts Thou freely wilt impart;
Nay, more is lavished by Thy bounteous hand
Than I can ask or seek or understand.
8. O bliss! in Jesus’ name I’ve tendered
My prayer; He pleads at Thy right hand for me.
Yea and amen in Him is rendered
What I in faith and spirit ask of Thee.
O joy for me! and praise be ever Thine
Whose wondrous love has made such blessings mine!
Bartholomew Crasselius, 1697; C. Winkworth, tr., a.
68
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Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah’s work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
2. Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led captivity.
3. Heaven and earth must pass away;
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
4. And shall man alone be dumb
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; the Church delights to raise
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise.
5. Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
6. Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
James Montgomery, 1819.
69
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Lord, ’tis not that I did choose Thee,
That could never be,
For this heart would still refuse Thee;
Thou hast chosen me,
Hast from all the sin that stained me
Washed and set me free
And unto this end ordained me,
That I live to Thee.
2. ’Twas Thy love and mercy called me,
Taught my opening mind;
Else the world had yet enthralled me,
To Thy glories blind.
Now my heart owns none above Thee;
For Thy grace I thirst;
Knowing well that, if I love Thee,
Thou didst love me first.
3. Praise the God of all creation
For His boundless love;
Praise the Lamb, our Expiation,
Priest enthroned above;
Praise the Spirit of salvation,
Him by whom we live;
Undivided adoration
To the Godhead give!
Josiah Condor, † 1855.
70
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Give to our God immortal praise!
Mercy and truth are all His ways,
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
2. Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown.
His mercies ever shall endure
When lords and kings are known no more.
3. He built the earth, He spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high.
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
4. He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night;
His mercies ever shall endure
When suns and moons shall shine no more.
5. He sent His Son with power to save
From guilt and darkness and the grave.
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
6. Through this vain world He guides our feet
And leads us to His heavenly seat.
His mercies ever shall endure
When this vain world shall be no more.
Ps. 136. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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God of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of Thy face!
Shine upon us, Savior, shine,
Fill Thy Church with light divine,
And Thy saving health extend
Unto earth’s remotest end.
2. Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing
Glory to their Lord and King,
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.
3. Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Earth shall then her fruits afford,
God to man His blessing give,
Man to God devoted live;
All below and all above
One in joy and light and love.
H. F. Lyte, 1834.
72
C. M.
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
3. Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
4. When nature fails, and day and night
Divide Thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercies shall adore.
5. Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
But oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise.
J. Addison, 1712, abr.
73
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I’ll praise my Maker whilst I’ve breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers.
My days of praise shall ne’er be past
While life and thought and being last
Or immortality endures.
2. Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God, who made the sky
And earth and seas with all their train;
His truth forever stands secure;
He saves th’ oppressed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.
3. The Lord gives eyesight to the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the laboring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
4. I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last
Or immortality endures.
Isaac Watts, 1719, a.
74
C. M.
To God be glory, peace on earth,
To all mankind good will!
We bless, we praise, we worship Thee,
And glorify Thee still.
2. And thanks for Thy great glory give,
That fills our soul with light,
O Lord, our heavenly King, the God
And Father of all might!
3. And Thou, begotten Son of God,
Before all time begun;
O Jesus Christ, Thou Lamb of God,
The Father’s only Son:
4. Have mercy, Thou, that tak’st the sins
Of all the world away!
Have mercy, Savior of mankind,
And hear us when we pray!
5. O Thou, who sitt’st at God’s right hand,
Upon the Father’s throne,
Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ,
Who art the Holy One!
6. Thou only, with the Holy Ghost,
Whom earth and heaven adore,
In glory of the Father art
Most high forevermore.
Supplement to Tate and Brady, 1700, a.
75
C. M.
Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2. Of His deliverance I will boast
Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take
And charm their griefs to rest.
3. O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His name!
When in distress on Him I called,
He to my rescue came.
4. The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succor trust.
5. O make but trial of His love!
Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.
6. Fear Him, ye Christians, you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you His service your delight,
Your wants shall be His care.
Ps. 34. Tate and Brady, 1698, a.
76
S. M.
O bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join
And aid my tongue to bless His name,
Whose favors are divine.
2. O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let His mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness
And without praises die.
3. ’Tis He forgives thy sins;
’Tis He relieves thy pain;
’Tis He that heals thy sicknesses
And gives thee strength again.
4. He crowns thy life with love
When ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from death
Hath sovereign power to save.
5. He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath judgments for the proud
And justice for th’ opprest.
6. His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known,
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His beloved Son.
Ps. 103. Isaac Watts, 1719, a.
77
S. M.
My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
2. God will not always chide;
And when His wrath is felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes
And lighter than our guilt.
3. High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
4. His grace subdues our sins;
And His forgiving love
Far as the east is from the west
Doth all our guilt remove.
5. The pity of the Lord
To those who fear His name
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
6. Our days are as the grass
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
7. But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
Ps. 103. Isaac Watts, 1719.
78
L. M.
Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create and He destroy.
2. His sov’reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.
3. We are His people, we His care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame.
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy name?
4. We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
5. Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Watts, 1719, a.
79
L. M.
From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.
2. Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends Thy Word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
3. Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring;
In songs of praise divinely sing;
The great salvation loud proclaim
And shout for joy the Savior’s name.
4. In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise
And fill the world with loudest praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
80
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The Lord hath helped me hitherto
By His surpassing favor;
His mercies ev’ry morn were new,
His kindness did not waver.
God hitherto hath been my Guide,
Hath pleasures hitherto supplied,
And hitherto hath helped me.
2. I praise and thank Thee, Lord, my God,
For Thine abundant blessing,
Which heretofore Thou hast bestowed
And I am still possessing.
Inscribe this on my memory:
The Lord hath done great things for me
And graciously hath helped me.
3. Help me in future, God of grace,
Help me on each occasion,
Help me in each and ev’ry place,
Help me through Jesus’ Passion;
Help me in life and death, O God,
Help me through Jesus’ dying blood,
Help me as Thou hast helped me!
Emilia Juliana, Countess of Schwarzburg, † 1706; A. Crull, tr., 1882.
THE REDEEMER.
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8, 7, 8, 7
Lamb of God, we fall before Thee,
Humbly trusting in Thy cross;
That alone be all our glory,
All things else are only dross.
2. Thee we own a perfect Savior,
Only Source of all that’s good.
Every grace and every favor
Comes to us through Jesus’ blood.
3. Jesus gives us true repentance,
By His Spirit sent from heav’n;
Whispers this transporting sentence,
“Son, thy sins are all forgiv’n.”
4. Faith He grants us to believe it,
Grateful hearts His love to prize;
Want we wisdom? He must give it;
Hearing ears and seeing eyes.
5. Jesus gives us pure affections,
Wills to do what He requires,
Makes us follow His directions,
And what He commands, inspires.
6. All our prayers and all our praises,
Rightly offered in His name,—
He that dictates them is Jesus;
He that answers is the same.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
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Jesus, priceless Treasure,
Source of purest pleasure,
Truest Friend to me!
Long my heart hath panted,
Till it well-nigh fainted,
Thirsting after Thee.
Thine I am, O spotless Lamb!
I will suffer naught to hide Thee,
Ask for naught beside Thee.
2. In Thine arms I rest me,
Foes who would molest me
Cannot reach me here;
Though the earth be shaking,
Every heart be quaking,
Jesus calms my fear;
Sin and hell, In conflict fell,
With their heaviest storms assail me.
Jesus will not fail me.
3. Satan, I defy thee;
Death, I need not fly thee;
Fear, I bid thee cease!
Rage, O world; thy noises
Cannot drown our voices
Singing still of peace,
For God’s power Guards every hour;
Earth and all its depths adore Him,
Silent bow before Him.
4. Wealth, I will not heed thee,
Wherefore should I need thee?
Jesus is my Joy.
Honors, ye may glisten,
But I will not listen,
Ye the soul destroy.
Want or loss Or shame or cross
Ne’er to leave my Lord shall move me
Since He deigns to love me.
5. Farewell, thou who choosest
Earth and heaven refusest;
Thou wilt tempt in vain.
Farewell, sins, nor blind me,
Get ye far behind me,
Come not forth again.
Past your hour, O pomp and power;
Godless life, thy bonds I sever,
Farewell now forever!
6. Hence, all fears and sadness!
For the Lord of gladness,
Jesus, enters in.
Those who love the Father,
Though the storms may gather,
Still have peace within;
Yea, whate’er I here must bear,
Still in Thee lies purest pleasure,
Jesus, priceless Treasure!
J. Franck, c. 1653; C. Winkworth, tr.
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One thing’s needful! then, Lord Jesus,
Keep this one thing in my mind;
All beside, though first it please us,
Soon a grievous yoke we find;
Beneath it the heart is still fretting and striving,
No true, lasting happiness ever deriving.
The gain of this one thing all loss can requite
And teach me in all things to find true delight.
2. Soul, wilt thou this one thing find thee?
Seek not midst created things;
What is earthly leave behind thee,
Over nature stretch thy wings.
For where God and Man both in One are united,
With God’s perfect fulness the heart is delighted,
There, there, is the worthiest lot and the best,
My One and my All, and my Joy and my Rest.
3. How were Mary’s thoughts devoted
Her eternal joy to find,
As intent each word she noted,
At her Savior’s feet reclined!
How kindled her heart, how devout was its feeling,
While hearing the lessons that Christ was revealing!
For Jesus all earthly concerns she forgot,
And all was repaid in that one happy lot.
4. Thus my longings, heavenward tending,
Jesus, rest alone on Thee;
Help me, thus on Thee depending,
Savior, come and dwell in me!
Although all the world should forsake and forget Thee,
In love I will follow Thee, ne’er will I quit Thee.
Lord Jesus, both spirit and life is Thy Word;
And is there a joy which Thou dost not afford?
5. Wisdom’s highest, noblest treasure,
Jesus, lies concealed in Thee;
Grant that this may still the measure
Of my will and actions be.
Humility there, and simplicity, reigning.
My steps shall in wisdom forever be training.
Oh! if I of Christ have this knowledge divine,
The fulness of heavenly wisdom is mine.
6. Christ, Thou art the sole oblation
That I’ll bring before my God;
In His sight I’ve acceptation
Only through Thy streaming blood.
Immaculate righteousness I have acquired,
Since Thou on the tree of the cross hast expired;
The robe of salvation forever is mine,
In this shall my faith through eternity shine.
7. Let my soul, in full exemption,
Wake up in Thy likeness now;
Thou art made to me redemption,
My sanctification Thou.
Whatever I need for my journey to heaven,
In Thee, O my Savior, is unto me given;
O let me all perishing pleasure forego,
And Thy life, O Jesus, alone let me know.
8. Where should else my hopes be centered?
Grace o’erwhelms me with its flood;
Thou, my Savior, once hast entered
Holiest heaven through Thy blood.
Eternal redemption for sinners there finding,
From hell’s dark dominion my spirit unbinding,
To me perfect freedom Thy entrance has brought,
And childlike to cry, “Abba, Father,” I’m taught.
9. Christ Himself, my Shepherd, feeds me,
Peace and joy my spirit fill;
In a pasture green He leads me
Forth beside the waters still.
Oh, naught to my soul is so sweet and reviving
As thus unto Jesus alone to be living;
True happiness this, and this only, supplies,
Through faith on my Savior to fasten mine eyes.
10. Therefore, Jesus, my Salvation,
Thou my One, my All, shalt be.
Prove my fixed determination,
Root out all hypocrisy.
Look well if on sin’s slipp’ry paths I am hasting,
And lead me, O Lord, in the way everlasting!
This one thing is needful, all others are vain;
I count all but loss that I Christ may obtain.
J. H. Schroeder, 1697; F. E. Cox, tr., a.
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Jesus, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
Unite my thankful heart to Thee
And reign without a rival there.
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am;
Be Thou alone my constant flame.
2. O 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 flames far from my heart remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love!
3. O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!
All pain before Thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where’er Thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek but Thee.
4. Unwearied, may I this pursue,
Dauntless to the high prize aspire;
Hourly within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard this sacred treasure there.
5. 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.
6. 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.
7. 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.
8. In suffering be Thy love my peace,
In weakness be Thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death as life be Thou my Guide
And save me, who for me hast died!
P. Gerhardt, 1666; J. Wesley, tr., a.
85
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The Lord my pasture shall prepare
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.
2. While on the sultry glebe I faint
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My ever wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers soft and slow
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3. Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds, I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
4. Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
J. Addison, 1712.
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Jesus, Jesus, Jesus only
Can my heartfelt longing still;
Without Him my soul is lonely,
And I wish what Jesus will.
For my heart, which He hath filled,
Ever cries: Lord, as Thou wilt.
2. One it is for whom I’m living,
Whom I’m loving faithfully;
Jesus, unto whom I’m giving
What in love He gave to me.
Jesus’ blood hides all my guilt;
Lord, O lead me as Thou wilt.
3. What to me may seem a treasure,
But displeasing is to Thee,
O remove such harmful pleasure;
Give instead what profits me.
Let my heart by Thee be stilled,
Make me Thine, Lord, as Thou wilt.
4. Grant that always I endeavor
Thy good pleasure to fulfil;
In me, through me, with me ever,
Lord, accomplish Thou Thy will.
Let me die, Lord, on Thee built,
When and where and as Thou wilt.
5. Lord, my praise shall be unceasing,
For Thou gav’st Thyself to me
And, besides, so many a blessing,
That I sing most joyfully:
Be it unto me, my Shield,
As Thou wilt, Lord, as Thou wilt.
Ludaemilia Elizabeth, Countess of Schwarzburg, 1668; A. Crull, tr.
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I leave Thee not; Thou art my Jesus ever,
Though earth rebel,
And death and hell
Would from its steadfast hold my faith dissever.
Ah, no! I ever will
Cling to my Helper still.
Hear what my love is taught:
Thou art my Jesus ever,
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
2. I leave Thee not, O Love! of love the highest,
Though doubt display
Its battle-day;
I own the power which Thou, my Lord, appliest.
Thou didst bear guilt and woe;
Shall I to torment go
When into Judgment brought?
O Love! of love the highest,
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
3. I leave Thee not, O Thou who sweetly cheerest,
Whose fresh supplies
Cause strength to rise
Just in the hour when faith’s decay is nearest.
If sickness chill the soul
And nights of languor roll,
My heart one hope hath caught.
O Thou who sweetly cheerest,
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
4. I leave Thee not, Thou Help in tribulation!
Heap ill on ill,
I trust Thee still;
I hope when all seems near to desolation.
Do what Thou wilt with me,
Yet will I cling to Thee;
Thy grace I have besought.
Thou Help in tribulation,
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
5. I leave Thee not; shall I forsake salvation?
No, Jesus, no!
Thou shalt not go;
Mine still Thou art, to free from condemnation.
Beyond this fleeting night
Thy presence brings me light,
Whose ray my soul hath sought;
Shall I forsake salvation?
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
6. I leave Thee not; Thy Word my way shall brighten.
With Thee I go
Through weal and woe;
Thy precept wise shall every burden lighten.
My Lord, on Thee I hang
Nor heed the journey’s pang,
Though thorny be my lot;
Thy Word my way shall brighten.
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
7. I leave Thee not, Thou Source of all my pleasure;
For should I stray
From Thee away,
My richest joy must cease to be a treasure.
All joys are dross to me,
Unless delight from Thee
Doth cheer my earthly lot.
Thou Source of all my pleasure,
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
8. I leave Thee not! I fear no condemnation;
For how could share
Thy child and heir
The lot of those who spurn their soul’s salvation?
Thy blood, Lord, cleanseth me,
And therefore I am free
From hell, the sinners’ lot.
I fear no condemnation;
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
9. I leave Thee not, my God, my Lord, my Heaven!
Nor death shall rend
From Thee, my Friend,
Who for my sake Thyself to death hast given.
Thou diedst for love to me,
My love goes back to Thee;
My heart has but one thought:
My God, my Lord, my Heaven,
I leave Thee not, I leave Thee not!
W. C. Dessler, 1692; J. W. Alexander, tr., 1851.
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My dear Jesus I’ll not leave,
Who for me Himself has given;
Therefore unto Him I’ll cleave,
Nor from Him be ever driven;
Life from Him doth light receive,—
My dear Jesus I’ll not leave.