1SAVIOUR, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like thine!
Tou my pain, my curse hast took,
All my sins were laid on Thee:
Help me Lord; to Thee I look,
Draw me Saviour, after Thee.
2'Tis done! My God hath died,
My love is crucified!
Break this stony heart of mine,
Pour, my eyes a ceaseless flood;
Feel, my soul, the pangs, divine,
Catch, my heart, the issuing blood!
3When, Oh my God! shall I
For Thee submit to die?
How the mighty debt repay,
Rival of thy passion prove?
Lead me in thyself the way,
Melt my hardness into love.
4To love is all my wish,
I only live for this:
Grant me, Lord my heart's desire,
There by faith for ever dwell:
This I always will require,
Thee, and only Thee to feel.
5Thy power I pant to prove,
Rooted and fixed in love;
Strengthened by thy spirit's might,
Wise to fathom things divine,
What the length and breadth, and height,
What the depth of love like thine.
6Ah! give me this to know,
With all thy saints below;
Swells my soul to compass Thee;
Gasps in Thee to live and move;
Filled with all the Deity,
All immerst and lost in love.