MY Saviour, when I think of Thee,
Of all thy pain and love,
I do so long Thy face to see,
And reign with Thee above.
But, while on earth I here do stay,
I wish to do Thy will,
To walk with Thee from day to day,
And all Thy ways fulfill.
I long to be as Thou, Lord, art,
Meek, lowly, loving, mild,
In other’s pains to have a part,
As Thou did’st from a child.
I long to have a heart like Thine,
That feels our deepest woe,
That loves to see our faces shine,
And cheers us here below.
I long to have a hand like Thine,
Stretched out in love divine,
Saying, “Sinner, I would that thou wert mine,
So come and trust in Me.”
A. C. C.