Saviour, the world’s and mine,

Was ever grief like Thine!

Thou my pain, my curse hast took;

All my sins were laid on Thee:

Help me, Lord; to Thee I look:

Draw me, Saviour, after Thee.

’Tis done! My God hath died;

My Love is crucified!

Break, this stony heart of mine;

Pour, my eyes, a ceaseless flood;

Feel, my soul, the pangs Divine;

Catch, my heart, the issuing blood!

When, O my God, shall I

For Thee submit to die?

How the mighty debt repay,

Rival of Thy passion prove?

Lead me in Thyself, the Way;

Melt my hardness into love.

To love is all my wish,

I only live for this:

Grant me, Lord, my heart’s desire,

There by faith for ever dwell:

This I always will require,

Thee and only Thee to feel.

Thy power I pant to prove,

Rooted and fix’d in love;

Strengthen’d by Thy Spirit’s might,

Wise to fathom things Divine,

What the length and breadth and height,

What the depth of love like Thine.

Ah! give me this to know

With all Thy saints below.

Swells my soul to compass Thee,

Gasps in Thee to live and move,

Fill’d with all the Deity,

All immersed and lost in love!