Jesus! what was that which drew Thee

To Jerusalem's ancient gate?

Ah! the love that burned so truly,

Would not suffer Thee to wait!

On Thou journeyedst, thus securing

Me a city more enduring!

To my spirit now draw nearer,

Lord, as to Jerusalem!

Let each moment prove Thee dearer;

Make this heart a Bethlehem!

Thus my Saviour's love possessing,

Surely I have Salem's blessing!

To the world Thou hast sent me,

Like the twelve that saw Thy face

Lead me through the journey gently,

Keep me near Thee by Thy grace.

Ny allotted work fulfilling,

Ever ready, ever willing.

Let me gladly see my calling,

When and where thou sendest me,

Never into darkness falling,

Gazing on futurity;

But obey when Thou hast bidden,

Though Thy counsel should be hidden.

Let me follow Thee, my Saviour,

Not with words or empty show;

But my heart, my life, behavior,

Prove Thy presence here below.

Meekly with the froward bearing,

And each brother's burden sharing!

Oh, my Lord! if Thou shouldst ever

Call me desolate to roam,

For Thy truth and conscience sever

Every tie of house and home,

Then draw nearer, if Thou smite me;

Let not crosses disunite me.

So shall I, hosannahs singing,

All the desert-way rejoice.

Late and early, praises bringing,

But with feeble, earthly voice.

Though these broken notes distress me,

Jesus! Thou wilt hear and bless me!