1Os & 11s. 1 MY Father, my God, I long for thy love, O shed it abroad; Send Christ from above! My heart ever fainting, He only can cheer, And all things are wanting, Till Jesus is here.
2 O when shall my tongue Be filled with thy praise! While all the day long I publish thy grace, Thy honour and glory To sinners forth show, Till sinners adore thee, And own thou art true.
3 Thy strength and thy power I now can proclaim, Preserved every hour Through Jesus's name; For thou art still by me, And holdest my hand; No ill can come nigh me, By faith while I stand.
4 My God is my guide; Thy mercies abound, On every side They compass me round; Thou sav'st me from sickness, From sin dost retrieve, And strengthen my weakness, And bid me believe.
5 Thou holdest my soul In spiritual life, My foes dost control, And quiet their strife; Thou rulest my passion, My pride and self-will, To see thy salvation, Thou bidd'st me "Stand still!"
6 I stand, and admire Thine outstretched arm, I walk through the fire, And suffer no harm; Assaulted by evil, I scorn to submit, The world and the devil Fall under my feet.
7 I wrestle not now, But trample on sin, For with me art thou, And shalt be within; While stronger and stronger In Jesus's power, I go on to conquer, Till sin is no more.
