Lord, Jesus, Thou who only art
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8.8.8.8.8.8. 1 Lord, Jesus, Thou who only art The endless source of purest joy O come and fill this longing heart; May nought but Thee my thoughts employ. Teach me on Thee to fix my eye For none but Thee can satisfy. 2 The joys of earth can never fill The heart that’s tasted of Thy love; No portion would I seek until I reign with Thee, my Lord, above When I shall gaze upon Thy face, And know more fully all Thy grace. 3 When from Thy radiant throne on high Thou didst my fall and ruin see, Thou cam’st on earth for me to die, That I might share that throne with Thee. Loved with an everlasting love, My hopes, my joys are all above. 4 O what is all that earth can give? I’m called to share in God’s own joy; Dead to the world, in Thee I live, In Thee I’ve bliss without alloy; Well may I earthly joys resign; All things are mine, and I am Thine! 5 Till Thou shalt come to take me home, Be this my one ambition, Lord, Self, sin, the world, to overcome, Fast clinging to Thy faithful Word; More of Thyself each day to know, And more into Thine image grow. Anon