Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is Thine;
What a Savior died to win Thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry Francis Lyte. 1833.
1 JESUS, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!
2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon:
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His Name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Savior slain !
And 0, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
Benjamin Francis. 1787.
From Joseph Grigg. d. 1768.
Not alone for heavenly pleasure
Doth my thirsty spirit pine;
For its Savior yearning ever:
I will leave my Jesus never!
5 From that living Fountain drinking,
Walking always at His side,
Christ shall lead me without sinking
Through the river's rushing tide,
With the blest to sing forever;
I will leave my Jesus never!
Unknown. 1864.
Tr. Christian Keymann. 1656.
Folget mir, ruft uns das Leben.
1 SAVIOR, meet it is indeed
We should all Thy bidding heed:
Help us, make us strong and bold,
Firm and fast Thy grace to hold.
Moved by wondrous love divine,
For our life Thou gavest Thine;
And Thy precious outpoured Blood
Jesu, geh voran.
1 JESUS, still lead on,
Till our Rest be won!
And although the way be cheerless,
We will follow, calm and fearless.
Guide us by Thy hand
To our Fatherland!
2 If the way be drear,
If the foe be near,
Let not faithless fears o'ertake us,
Let not faith and hope forsake us;
For through many a foe
To our home we go!
3 When we seek relief
'na dual guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry Francis Lyte. 1833.
1 JESUS, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!
2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon:
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
I will leave my Jesus never.
2 In His Name I stand acquitted
While upon the earth I stay:
What I have to Him committed
He will keep until that day.
Be His service my endeavor;
I will leave my Jesus never!
3 Dwelling in His presence holy,
I at length shall reach the place
Where with all the saints in glory
I shall see His lovely face;
Nothing then but bliss forever:
I will leave my Jesus never!
4 Not the earth with all its treasure
Could content this soul of mine;
Not alone for heavenly pleasure
Doth my thirsty spirit pine;
For its Savior yearning ever:
I will leave my Jesus never!
5 From that living Fountain drinking,
Walking always at His side,
Christ shall lead me without sinking
Through the river's rushing tide,
With the blest to sing forever;
I will leave my Jesus never!
Unknown. 1864.
Tr. Christian Keymann. 1656.
Folget mir, ruft uns das Leben.
1 SAVIOR, meet it is indeed
We should all Thy bidding heed:
Help us, make us strong and bold,
Firm and fast Thy grace to hold.
Moved by wondrous love divine,
For our life Thou gavest Thine;
And Thy precious outpoured Blood
Won for us the highest good.
2 Draw me up, my God, from hence;
Raise me high o'er earth and sense,
That I lose not Thee from sight,
Nor in life nor death, my Light!
In my soul's most deep recess
Let me cherish holiness;
Not for show or human praise,
But for Thy sake, all my days.
3 Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire;
So my course to run, nor tire,
That my practised soul may prove
All Thy meekness, all Thy love.
Grant me here to trust Thy grace,
There with joy to see Thy face.
This in time my portion be,
That through all eternity.
From Miss Winkworth. 1855.
Tr. John Rist. 1644.
10 THOU, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light!
Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee:
O burst these bonds, and set it free.
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the Cross!
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5 Savior, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I'd follow Thee;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill!
6 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
John Wesley. 1739.
From the German.
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