
1 I thank thee, uncreated Sun,
That thy bright beams on me have shined;
I thank thee, who hast overthrown
My foes and healed my wounded mind;
I thank thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.
2 Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace
Still to press forward in thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light.
3 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears;
Give to my heart chase, hallowed fires;
Give to my soul, with filial fears,
The love that all heaven's host inspires,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
4 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath thy frown
Or smile, thy scepter, or thy rod.
What though my flesh and heart decay?
Thee shall I love in endless day.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #682
First Line: | I thank thee, uncreated Sun |
Title: | Pressing Toward the Mark |
Translator: | John Wesley |
Author: | Angelus Silesius |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |