1
One thing more than all my heart is craving
As my food by night and day;
Blest with this, all ills and trials braving,
Through this wilderness I stray:
Ever on the Man to gaze adoring,
Who, with blood-sweat and with tears imploring,
On His face submissive sank,
And the Father’s chalice drank.
2
Ever shall mine eyes, His form retaining,
View the Lamb once slain for me,
As He yonder, pale and uncomplaining,
Hangs upon the bitter tree;
As He, thirsting, wrestled in His anguish,
That in hell my soul might never languish,
Of me thinking, when His cry,
“It is finished!” rose on high.
3
O my Saviour, never shall Thy kindness
Nor my guilt forgotten be:
When I sat a stranger in my blindness,
Thou didst still remember me;
For Thy sheep Thou long hadst interceded
Ere the shepherd’s gentle voice was heeded,
And-a costly ransom price! –
Bought me with Thy sacrifice.
4
I am Thine; say Thou, “Amen for ever!”
Blessed Jesus, mine Thou art!
Let Thy precious name escape me never;
Stamp it burning on my heart.
Here to live and die, in Thee believing,
With Thee all things bearing and achieving:
This my solemn promise be,
Till in heaven Thy face I see.