Love! if thy destined sacrifice am ITranslator: William Cowper; Author: Madame Guyon
Published in 2 hymnals
Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I,
Come, slay thy victim, and prepare thy fires;
Plunged in thy depths of mercy, let me die
The death which every soul that lives desires!
I watch my hours, and see them fleet away;
The time is long that I have languished here;
Yet all my thoughts thy purposes obey,
With no reluctance, cheerful and sincere.
To me 'tis equal, whether love ordain
My life or death, appoint me pain or ease;
My soul perceives no real ill in pain;
In ease or health no real good she sees.
One good she covets, and that good alone,
To choose thy will, from selfish bias free;
And to prefer a cottage to a throne,
And grief to comfort, if it pleases thee.
That we should bear the cross is thy command,
Die to the world and live to self no more;
Suffer, unmoved, beneath the rudest hand,
As pleased when shipwrecked as when safe on shore.
Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymns of the Ages (3rd series) #186||Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I||Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I||Madame Guyon, 1648-1717||1865|
|Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion #17||Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I||Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I||William Cowper; Madame Guyon||1800|