Jesus, Thy Boundless Love to Me
Paul Gerhardt, 1653; tr. John Wesley, 1739· Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there.
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am,
Be Thou alone my constant Flame.
Verse 2
O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but Thy pure love alone;
O may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
Strange fires far from my soul remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love.
Verse 3
O love, how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies:
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where’er thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
Or hear, or feel, or think, but Thee.
Verse 4
Still let Thy love point out my way;
How wondrous things Thy love hath wrought!
Still lead me, lest I go astray;
Direct my work, inspire my thought;
And if I fall, soon may I hear
Thy voice, and know that love is near.
Verse 5
In suffering, be Thy love my peace;
In weakness, be Thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death, as life, be Thou my Guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.