Thus my longings, heavenward tending, Jesus, rest alone on Thee; Help me, thus on Thee depending, Saviour! come and dwell in me; Although all the world should forsake and forget Thee, In love I will follow Thee, ne’er will I quit Thee; Lord Jesus, both spirit and life is Thy Word, And is there a joy which Thou dost not afford! Wisdom’s highest noblest treasure, Jesus, lies concealed in Thee; Grant that this may still the measure Of my will and actions be, Humility there and simplicity reigning, In paths of true wisdom my steps ever training; Oh! if I of Christ have this knowledge divine, The fulness of heavenly wisdom is mine. Christ, Thou art the sole Oblation I will bring before my God; In His sight is acceptation Only through thy streaming Blood: Immaculate righteousness I have acquired, Since Thou on the tree of the Cross hast expired; The robe of salvation for ever is mine, In this shall my faith through eternity shine. Let my soul, in full exemption, Wake up in thy likeness now; Thou art made to me redemption, My sanctìfication thou. What though all through life in good works I had striven, For thy sake alone my reward should be given: Oh! let me all perishing pleasures forego, And thy life, O Jesus, alone let me know. Where should else my hopes be centred? Grace o’erwhelms me with its flood! Thou, my Saviour, once hast entered Holiest heaven through Thy Blood: Eternal redemption for sinners there finding, From hell’s dark dominion my spirit unbinding, To me perfect freedom thy entrance has brought, Who childlike to cry “Abba, Father” am taught. Christ Himself, my Shepherd, feeds me, Peace and joy my spirit fill; In a pasture green He leads me Forth beside the waters still: Oh! nought to my soul is so sweet and reviving, As thus unto Jesus alone to be living; True happiness this, and this only supplies, Through faith on my Saviour to fasten my eyes. Then, Lord Jesus, my Salvation, Thou my One, my All shalt be; Prove my fixed determination, Root out all hypocrisy: Look well if on sin’s slippery paths I am hasting, And lead me, O Lord, in the way everlasting; This one thing is needful, all others are vain, I count all but loss that I Christ may obtain. Bibellied. Mein Wort soll nicht wieder zu Mir leer kommen; sondern thun, das Mir gefällt, und soll ihm gelingen, dazu Ich es sende. Walte, walte nah und fern, Allgewaltig Wort des Herrn, Wo nur seiner Allmacht Ruf Menschen für den Himmel schuf. Wort vom Vater, der die Welt Schuf und in den Armen hält, Und der Sünder Trost und Rath Zu uns hergesendet hat! Wort von des Erlösers Huld, Der der Erde schwere Schuld Durch des heilgen Todes That Ewig weggenommen hat!