C.M.
1
Lord, hast Thou me a gleaner made
Like Ruth, who chose to leave
Her home, her gods, her people too,
And to Naomi cleave?
2
She longed to know Naomi’s God,
And love Him for herself;
And is not that my wish, dear Lord;
O, do reveal Thyself!
3
Have I been made to cleave in truth
With strong and ardent plea?
Then make me, Lord, a real Ruth,
Let me my Boaz see.
4
I feel I have a little gleaned
Within the gospel field,
But O, ’tis such a little, Lord,
It does but longing yield.
5
Longing for more, for much, much more,
I want to see Thy face,
To know that Thou wilt me redeem,
That Thou wilt me embrace.
6
Ruth knew her Boaz’ love and care,
He spoke to her by name,
He let her glean without reproof,
Her husband then became.
7
May this my blest experience be,
To hear Thy gracious voice,
To be assured that I’m with Thee
One, by the Father’s choice.
8
Ah, Lord, it seems too good, too great,
Too high, for such as I,
I am not like Thine handmaids, Lord,
But Thou canst draw me nigh.
