| 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. | | 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 flames far from my heart remove; May every act, word, thought be love! | | 210 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, Nothing desire or seek, but thee! | | Still let thy love point out my way! What wondrous things thy love hath wrought! Still lead me, lest I go astray; Direct my word, inspire my thought; And if I fall, soon may I hear Thy voice, and know that love is near. | | O 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 dark, final hour Of death, be thou my Guide and Friend, That I may love thee without end. | |