Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
In service unremitting,
Within the veil Thou dost prevail,
Each soul for worship fitting:
Encompassed here with failure,
Each earthly refuge fails us;
Without, within, in strife with sin—
Thy name alone avails us.
Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
For though Thy toils are ended,
Thy tender heart doth take its part
With those Thy grace befriended.
Thy sympathy, how precious!
Thou succorest in sorrow,
And bidst us cheer, while pilgrims here,
And haste the hopeful morrow.
Thy love we own, Lord Jesus:
Thy way is traced before Thee:
Thou wilt descend, and we ascend,
To meet in heavenly glory:
Soon shall the blissful morning
Call forth Thy saints to meet Thee;
Our only Lord, alone adored,
With gladness then we'll greet Thee.
Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
And wait to see Thy glory,
To know as known, and fully own
Thy perfect grace before Thee:
We plead Thy parting promise,
Come, Saviour, to release us,
Then endless praise our lips shall raise,
For love like Thine, Lord Jesus.