941

“Whom have I in heaven but thee?” Ps. 73. 25

S. Medley                 L.M.

 1
Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my All,
 Prostrate before thy throne I fall;
 Fain would my soul look up and see
 My hope, my heaven, my all in thee.

2
Here in this world of sin and woe,
 I’m filled with tossings to and fro;
 Burdened with sin, and fears oppressed,
 With nothing here to give me rest.

3
In vain from creatures help I seek;
 Thou, only thou, the word canst speak
 To heal my wounds, and calm my grief,
 Or give my mourning heart relief.

4
Without thy peace and presence, Lord,
 Not all the world can help afford.
 O do not frown my soul away,
 But smile my darkness into day.

5
I long to hear thy pardoning voice;
 O speak, and bid my soul rejoice;
 Say, “Peace, be still; look up and live;
 Life, peace, and heaven are mine to give.”

6
Then, filled with grateful, holy love,
 My soul in praise would soar above;
 And with delightful joy record
 The wondrous goodness of the Lord.