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Matthew 5:3,4,6
Jesu, if still the same Thou art, If all Thy promises are sure, Set up Thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor: To me be all Thy treasures given, The kingdom of an inward heaven. |
Thou hast pronounced the mourner blest, And, lo! for Thee I ever mourn: I cannot,—no! I will not rest, Till Thou my only Rest return; Till Thou, the Prince of Peace, appear, And I receive the Comforter. |
Where is the blessedness bestow’d On all that hunger after Thee? I hunger now, I thirst for God! See, the poor, fainting sinner see, And satisfy with endless peace, And fill me with Thy righteousness. |
Ah, Lord!—If Thou art in that sigh, Then hear Thyself within me pray. Hear in my heart Thy Spirit’s cry, Mark what my labouring soul would say; Answer the deep, unutter’d groan, And show that Thou and I are one. |
Shine on Thy work, disperse the gloom, Light in Thy light I then shall see: Say to my soul, “Thy light is come, Glory Divine is risen on thee, Thy warfare’s past, thy mourning’s o’er: Look up; for thou shalt weep no more.” |
Lord, I believe the promise sure, And trust Thou wilt not long delay; Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon Thy word myself I stay; Into Thy hands my all resign, And wait till all Thou art is mine! |
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