“I saw in my heart the Lord Jesus," said an Indian to
Brainerd, “and it stole my heart away.”
LONG had I sought, and sought in vain,
Something to fill my heart;
With learned lore I tasked my brain;
Pleasure I tried, and golden gain,
And more attractive art.
But all could never satisfy
The thirstings of my soul;
Earth's broken cisterns soon were dry,
Its feasts were husks, its flowers would die;
O'er all death's knell would toll.
“Oh, who will show me any good?”
My wearied spirit cried:
Phantoms I 'ye long enough pursued;
Labored I have, and earned no food,
Whatever path I tried.
A voice I heard,-a still, small voice,
And yet all-powerful too,
That made my inmost soul rejoice,
As, drawn by love, I fixed my choice
Its counsels to pursue.
“Oh, weary one, to Me draw nigh,
I've rest and peace to give;
Thou poor one, without money
buy Love's wine and milk in rich supply;
Only believe, and live
“I am the Lamb for sinners slain;
My blood shall purge thy sin;
My hands unloose each galling chain;
My life shall make thee live again,
The life of God within.”
I turned, I saw that glorious sight,
The Father's only Son,
The Son of Man, all heaven's delight,
Fountain of grace, and life, and light;
And then my heart was won.
I want 'not riches: rich I am,
Lord, in possessing Thee;
All other glory looks like shame,
Now I am called by Thy name:
Thy name's enough for me
Perennial pleasures now are mine;
My cup of joy runs o'er;
Thy flesh is meat, Thy blood is wine,
Manna and fatness, feast divine:
I hunger now no more.
My heart no longer is my own;
I saw Thee, and 't was given:
'T is Thine, my Lord 't is Thine alone,
And since Thy favor I have known,
I taste the bliss of heaven