Jesus, Thy boundless love to me,
no thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
and reign without a rival there.
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am;
be Thou my Rod and Staff and Guide.
O grant that nothing in my soul
may dwell, but Thy pure love alone!
O may Thy love possess my whole,
my Joy, my Treasure, and my Crown.
All coldness from my heart remove;
my ev'ry act, word, thought, be love.
O love, how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies;
care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
where'er thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
nothing desire or seek, but Thee.
This love unwearied I pursue
and dauntlessly to Thee aspire.
O may Thy love my hope renew,
burn in my soul like heav'nly fire.
And day and night, be all my care
to guard this sacred treasure there.
- by Paul Gerhardt, translated by John Wesley
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