Songs

Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art

		
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			10.10.10.10.

1	Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art; 
	That, that alone can be my soul's true rest; 
	Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart, 
	And stills the tempest of my tossing breast. 

2	Thy Name is Love! I hear it from yon cross; 
	Thy Name is Love! I read it in yon tomb; 
	All meaner love is perishable dross, 
	But this shall light me thro' time's thickest gloom.

3	Girt with the love of God on every side,
	Breathing that love as Heav’ns own healing air,
	I work or wait, still following my Guide,
	Braving each foe, escaping every snare.

4	'Tis what I know of Thee, my Lord and God, 
	That fills my soul with peace, my lips with song; 
	Thou art my health, my joy, my staff, my rod; 
	Leaning on Thee, in weakness I am strong. 

5	More of Thyself, oh, show me, hour by hour; 
	More of Thy glory, O my God and Lord; 
	More of Thyself in all Thy grace and pow'r; 
	More of Thy love and truth, Incarnate Word.

						H.Bonar