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XLVIII. Saviour, the world's and mine

1 Saviour, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like thine!
Thou 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 To 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.

3 Thy pow'r I pant to prove,
Rooted and fix'd in love;
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might,
Wise to fathom things divine,
What the length, and breadth, and height,
What the depth of love like thine.

4 Ah! give me this to know,
With all thy saints below;
Swells my soul to compass thee;
Gasps in thee to live and move;
Fill'd with all the Deity,
All immers'd and lost in love!

Text Information

• First Line: Saviour, the world's and mine
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1788
• Topic: Petition

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