By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 My God, if I may call thee mine,
      From heaven and thee removed so far,
      Draw nigh; thy pitying ear incline,
      And cast not out my languid prayer.

      2 Gently the weak thou lov'st to lead,
      Thou lov'st to prop the feeble knee;
      O break not then a bruised reed,
      Nor quench the smoking, flax in me!

      3 Buried in sin, thy voice I hear,
      And burst the barriers of my tomb,
      In all the marks of death appear,
      Forth at thy call, though bound I come.

      4 Give me, O give me fully, Lord,
      Thy resurrection's power to know;
      Free me indeed, repeat the word,
      And loose my bands, and let me go.

      5 Fain would I go to thee, my God,
      Thy mercies and my wants to tell;
      To feel my pardon sealed in blood,
      Saviour, thy love I wait to feel.

      6 Freed from the power of cancelled sin,
      When shall my soul triumphant prove?
      Why breaks not out the fire within
      In flames of joy, and praise, and love?

      7 Jesus, to thee my soul aspires;
      Jesus, to thee I plight my vows;
      Keep me from earthly, base desires,
      My God, my Saviour, and my Spouse.

      8 Fountain of all-sufficient bliss,
      Thou art the good I seek below,
      Fulness of joy in thee there is,
      Without, -'tis misery all, and woe.