A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#XXIII

XXIII. Jesu, if still the same thou art

1 Jesu, if still the same thou art,
If all thy promises are sure,
Set up thy kingdom in my heart,
And make me rich, for I am poor:
To me be all thy treasures giv'n,
The kingdom of an inward heav'n.

2 Thou hast pronounced the mourners blest,
And lo! for thee I ever mourn:
I cannot, no, I will not rest,
Till thou my only rest return;
Till thou my Prince of peace, appear,
And I receive the comforter.

3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd
On all that hunger after thee?
I hunger now, I thirst for God!
See, the poor fainting sinner see,
And satisfy with endless peace,
And fill me with thy right'ousness.

4 Ah, Lord! if thou art in that sigh,
Then hear thyself within me pray;
Hear in my heart thy spirit's cry,
Mark when my lab'ring soul would say;
Answer the deep unutter'd groan,
And shew that thou and I are one.

5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom,
Light in thy light I then shall see;
Say to my soul, "Thy light is come,
"Glory divine is ris'n on thee:
"Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er:
"Look up – for thou shalt weep no more."

6 Lord, I believe the promise sure,
And trust thou wilt not long delay;
Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor,
Upon thy word myself I stay;
Into thine hands my All resign,
And wait till all thou art is mine.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesu, if still the same thou art
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Penitential
• Notes: Public Domain.

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