1 Jesus, if still the same thou art,
If all thy promises are sure,
Set up thy kingdom in my heart,
And make me rich, for I am poor.
2 Thou hast pronounc'd the mourner blest,
And lo! for thee I ever mourn;
I cannot, no, I will not rest,
Till thou my only rest return.
3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd
On all that hunger after thee?
I hunger now, I thirst for God!
See the poor fainting sinner, see.
4 Ah, Lord! if thou art in that sigh,
Then hear thyself within me pray,
Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry,
Mark when my lab'ring soul would say.
5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom;
Light in thy light I then shall see;
Say to my soul, "Thy light is come,
Glory divine is ris'n on thee."
6 Lord, I believe thy promise sure,
And trust thou wilt not long delay:
Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor,
Upon thy word myself I stay.
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First Line: | Jesus, if still the same thou art |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Supplication for the divine mercy |