JESUS! 'tis Thou Thyself I need,
At every time, at every hour;
Oh! wilt Thou guide my feet, and lead
And keep me by Thy Spirit's power,
That from Thee I may never stray,
But still press on the narrow way.
Close to Thy side I fain would cling,
And learn the mysteries of Thy love,
Into Thy presence entering
With boldness through the precious blood;
Oh! Jesu's love is vaster far
Than all our poor conceptions are.
It is this love my soul would know,
Would learn it in its heights and depths,
Would mark it in that hour of woe,
When on the cross He tasted death-
Would ponder all His wondrous ways,
And never cease His name to praise.
That precious name, it cheers the heart
When burden'd, or with care opprest,
Then to that blessed One I turn,
And always find a place of rest,
There on His bosom calmly stay,
And then-all else may pass away.
Yes-everything may pass away;
In Him my all in all I've found,
And having Him, sure I can say
Now I have all things and abound;
My precious Lord-to Thee I bow,
And own no other Lord but Thou.
It was the power of Jesu's cross,
That turn'd my darkness into light,
Now for His sake I'd count but loss,
All that might dim this precious sight;
Full well He knows the flesh how frail,
Yet in His strength I shall prevail.
Still 'tis Thyself, O Lord, I need
A sense of Jesus always near;
His love, the joy on which I feed,.
His presence, all I need to cheer.
With this I'll sweetly journey on,
And wait till He, my Lord, shall come.