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 immerst and lost in love!
Source: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors (11th ed.) #XLVIII