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Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!
Forgive me, if I say,
For very love, thy sacred name
A thousand times a day.
Verse 2
I love thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
Verse 3
Oh, wonderful! that thou should’st let
So vile a heart as mine
Love thee with such a love as this,
And make so free with thine!
Verse 4
O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!
O Heaven begun on earth!
Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who
Can tell what thou art worth?
Verse 5
O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!
What art thou not to me?
Each hour brings joys before unknown,
Each day new liberty.
Frederick W. Faber, “O Jesus, Jesus, Dearest Lord!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 292 · C.M · St. Agnes
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see;
And turn each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
Verse 2
Do not I love thee, from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
Which thou dost not approve.
Verse 3
Is not thy name melodious still,
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill
My Savior’s voice to hear?
Verse 4
Thou know’st I love thee, dearest Lord!
But, oh! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.
Philip Doddridge, “Do Not I Love Thee, Oh, My Lord?”
Otterbein 1890 No. 293 · C.M · St. Agnes
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Ray Palmer·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus! my heart within me burns,
To tell thee all its conscious love;
And from earth’s low delight it turns,
To taste a joy like that above.
Verse 2
When thou to me dost condescend,
In love divine, thou blessed One,
The moments that with thee I spend,
Seem e’en as Heaven itself begun.
Verse 3
Though oft these lips my love have told,
They still the story would repeat;
To me the rapture ne’er grows old,
That thrills me, bending at thy feet.
Verse 4
I breathe my words into thine ear;
I seem to fix mine eyes on thine;
And sure that thou dost wait to hear,
I dare in faith to call thee mine.
Verse 5
Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart;
My all I yield to thy control;
Oh! let me never from thee part,
Thou best Beloved of my soul!
Ray Palmer, “Jesus! My Heart Within Me Burns”
Otterbein 1890 No. 305 · L.M · Federal Street
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Verse 1
So tender, so precious.
My Savior to me;
So true, and so gracious,
I’ve found him to be.
Refrain
How can I but love him?
But love him, but love him?
There’s no friend above him,
Poor sinner, for thee.
Verse 2
So patient, so kindly
Toward all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly,
He love still repays.
Verse 3
Of all friends the fairest
And truest is he;
His love is the rarest,
That ever can be.
Verse 4
His beauty, tho’ bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding;
For grief him adorns.
Otterbein 1890 No. 322 · 6s & 8s · How Can I but Love Him?
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
William Cowper·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My Savior, whom absent I love,
Whom, not having seen, I adore,
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power,—
Dissolve thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free!
Verse 2
When that happy era begins,
When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline,
Oh! then shall the veil be removed,
And round me thy brightness be poured!
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,
I shall see, whom unseen I adored.
Verse 3
And then, nevermore shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose:
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!
Otterbein 1890 No. 325
B. Francis·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I’ll proclaim:
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name.
To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
Verse 2
He freely redeemed with his blood
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell:--
To shine with the angels in light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Savior, my King!
B. Francis, “My Gracious Redeemer I Love”
Otterbein 1890 No. 327 · 8s. D · De Fleury
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage