Lord Jesus, let me all forget,
But that unfathomed love of Thine;
Which pleased itself to have me set
In heaven;—and in Thy likeness shine.
The ear hath heard,—the heart believed,
The wonders of redeeming love:
But now the eye of faith hath seen
The place I own with thee above.
And when in Thy blest presence, Lord,
Thou lost Thy heavenly joys unfold;
My heart can only bow and say—
Truly “the half hath not been told!”
For thou hast brought to this blest place
The heart that once so far did roam;
Where I can gaze upon Thy face;
And in Thy presence feel at home!
And Thou hast broken every tie
That kept my heart so long below:
They shall not cost me e’en a sigh,
Since Thee I’ve better learned to know!
O give me such a sight of Thee,
In all Thine unvailed glory now;
That every earthly thought may flee,
And all my heart in worship bow!
‘Round me distracting sounds of life
Rise harsh and feverish in their tone,
O make a silence through their strife,
And let me hear Thy voice alone!
Henceforth! that farewell word of Thine
Shall bid each earthly memory flee,
Joyful I take the bread and wine—
And thus, my Lord, remember Thee!
Not empty baskets Lord I bring
For Thee to fill with living grace,
But full ones now I’d offer Him
Who only seeks the true heart’s praise!
“Worthy of homage,” Lord, Thou art,
Such I would offer to Thee now;
The praise and worship of a heart
That only can in silence bow!
Here all the world that round me lies
Grows dim and distant to my view,
Upon Thyself I fix my eyes,
Sole object for the heart that’s true!
Henceforth! while living for Thee here,
And linked with Thee in heaven above:
I’d walk as one whose heart holds dear,
The memory of Thy matchless love!