By:
William John Hocking, Editor
IN heaven I have no other;
On earth none else but Thee;
Who, knowing all, still lovest
A guilty worm like me.
Thy heart that once was broken
Upon th’ accursed tree;
The surest, purest token
Of perfect love to me;
Thy hand that once was nailed
To Calvary’s cruel cross,
And now from heaven extended
To save from shame and loss;
O heart, O hand, of Jesus;
God’s saving love and power;
My refuge and my fortress,
My everlasting tower.
I need no other friendship;
I plead no other name,
Than Thine Who died’st to save me;
Yea, Thine Who liv’st again.
How often have I grieved Thee!
As oft didst Thou respond
In faithful love, my Advocate;
In grace all thought beyond.
Oh, how I long to see Thee;
To be with Thee above;
To see Thee in Thy glory,
No more to grieve Thy love.
D.T.