Ye tempting sweets, forbear; Ye dearest idols, fall; My love ye must not share, Jesus shall have it all: "Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart, But, ah! thou must consent, my Ye fair enchanting throng! But must I part with all? My heart still fondly pleads; Yes, Dagon's self must fall, heart. It beats, it throbs, it bleeds: Is there no balm in Gilead found, To sooth and heal the smarting wound.? O yes, there is a balm, A kind Physician there, My fevered mind to calm, To bid me not despair: Aid me, dear Saviour, set me free, O may I feel thy worth, And let no idol dare, No vanity of earth, With Thee, my Lord, compare! Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart! CII. JESUS, by whose grace I live, Oh that I may keep thy word, Swift its fleeting moments haste; Crucified to all below, Earth shall never be my care: Wealth and honour I forego, This my aim and constant prayer Thine in life and death to be, Now, and to eternity. CIII. 'LORD, and what shall this man do?' Ask'st thou, Christian, for thy friend? If his love for Christ be true, Christ hath told thee of his end: Ask not of him more than this, He in youth shall find his rest, Whether in his lonely course way: Who doth hearts as streams command. Gales from heaven, if so He will, Sweeter melodies can wake On the lonely mountain rill, Than the meeting waters make. Who hath the Father and the Son, May be left, but not alone. Sick or healthful, slave or free, So his love to Christ endure? Only, since our souls will shrink CIV. AT anchor laid, remote from home, But swell my sails and speed my way. Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below; But I can only spread my sail, Thou, Thou must breathe the auspicious gale. L CV. LORD, I feel a carnal mind, That hangs about me still, Vainly though I strive to bind My own rebellious will; Is not haughtiness of heart The gulf between my God and me? Meek Redeemer, now impart Thine own humility. Fain would I my Lord pursue, And think as Jesus thought: The perfect gift must come from Thee: Meek Redeemer, now impart Thine own humility. Lord, I cannot, must not rest, Till I thy mind obtain, Chase presumption from my breast, Thy lowly mind my portion be; |