1 Come, Lord, from above,
The mountains remove,
O'rturn all that hinders the course of thy love:
My bosom inspire,
Inkindle the fire,
And wrap my whole soul in the flames of desire.
2 I languish and pine
For the comfort divine,
O when shall I say, my Beloved is mine!
I have choose the good part,
My portion thou art,
O love, I have found thee, O God in my heart.
3 For this my heart signs,
Nothing else can suffice;
How, Lord, can I purchase the pearl of great price?
It cannot be bought,
And thou know'st I have nought,
Not an action, a word, or a truly good thought.
4 But I hear a voice say;
Without money ye may
Receive it, whoever have nothing to pay:
Who on Jesus relies,
Without money or price,
The pearl of forgiveness and holiness buys.
5 The blessing is free,
So, Lord, let it be;
I yield that thy love should be given to me,
I freely receive:
What thou freely dost give,
And consent in thy love, in thine Eden to live.
6 The gift I embrace,
The giver I praise,
And ascribe my salvation to Jesus' grace;
It came from above,
The foretaste I prove,
And I soon shall receive all thy fulness of love.
Source: A Pocket Hymn Book: designed as a constant companion for the pious, collected from various authors (9th ed.) #XC
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