“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.
