"For my soul have I desired thee." - Isaiah 26:9
Fain wouold I go to thee, my God,
Thy mercies and my wants to tell;
To feel my pardon seal'd in blood:
Saviour, thy love I wait to feel.
Freed from the power of cancell'd sin,
When shll my soul triumphant prove?
Why breaks not out the fire within,
In flames of joy, and praise, and love?
Jesus, to thy my soul aspires,
Jesus, to thee I plight my vows;
Keep me from earthly base desires,
My God, my Saviour, and my Spouse.
Fountain of all sufficient bliss,
Thou are the good I seek below:
Fulness o joy in three there is;
Without - 'tis misery all, and woe
The Methodist Pocket Hymn-Book. New York:
J. Soule and T. Mason Publishing Co., 1818.
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