By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s.
      1 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.

      2 Thou hast pronounced the mourners 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.

      3 Where is the blessedness bestowed
      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.

      4 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 unuttered groan,
      And show that thou and I are one.

      5 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."

      6 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 thine hands my all resign,
      And wait till all thou art is mine.