Author: Schalling Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #119 (1863) Lyrics:
Lord, all my heart is fix'd on Thee,
I pray Thee, be not far from me,
With tender grace uphold me.
The whole wide world delights me not,
Of heaven or earth, Lord, ask I not,
If but Thy love enfold me.
Yea, though my heart be like to break,
Thou art my trust that nought can shake,
My portion and my hidden joy,
Whose cross could all my bonds destroy;
Lord Jesus Christ!
My God and Lord! My God and Lord!
Forsake me not who trust Thy word!
Rich are Thy gifts! 'Twas God that gave
Body and soul, and all I have
In this poor life of labour;
Oh grant that I may through Thy grace
We all my powers to show Thy praise,
And serve and help my neighbour;
From all false doctrine keep me, Lord;
All lies and malice from me ward;
In every cross uphold Thou me,
That I may bear it patiently;
Lord Jesus Christ!
My God and Lord! My God and Lord!
In death Thy comfort still afford.
Ah Lord, let Thy dear angels come
At my last end, to bear me home,
That I may die unfearing;
And in its narrow chamber keep
My body safe in painless sleep
Until my Lord's appearing;
And then from death awaken me,
That there mine eyes with joy may see,
O Son of God, Thy glorious face,
My Saviour, and my Fount of Grace!
Lord Jesus Christ!
Receive my prayer, receive my prayer,
Thy love will I for aye declare.
The Chorale Book for England, 1863 Languages: English
Lord, all my heart is fix'd on Thee