Oh! were my heart op'd to receive The blood-drops that were falling From Thee, wrung by my sin that eve In agony appalling! Oh! that the fountains of mine eyes Were op'd, and with much sighing, And sore crying, Gush'd forth, as tears and sighs Of men in love who're dying. Oh! that I as a little child With weeping eyes might trace Thee, E'en till Thy heart with love was fill'd And Thine arms did embrace me. And until Thou Thy heart to me With sweet love flowing over, Should'st discover, And we united be, Thy goodness for my cover. Ah! draw me, Saviour! after Thee, And so shall I be hasting, I run, and in my heart shall be Thy love with rapture tasting; The gracious words from Thee I'll hear Sweet comfort shall give ever; Me deliver From sin, and every fear, These shall o'ercome me never. My Comfort, Treasure, Health, and Light, My Life and Saviour tender! Ah! take me for Thy portion quite As I myself surrender! There's nought but pain apart from Thee, I nought but gall discover, Earth all over, Nought ever comforts me, No balm can me recover. But Thou the Rest most blessed art, In Thee are joys eternal. Grant, Jesus! grant that my poor heart Feed in Thy pastures vernal! Be Thou the flame that burns in me, My Balsam, ease that giveth, And relieveth Pain that here constantly Makes me heave sighs, and grieveth. Ah! fairest one, what faileth me In Thy great love, of blessing? It is my sun that lightens me, My well-spring, me refreshing! My sweetest wine, my heav'nly bread, My cov'ring when before Thee, And my glory, My shield in hour of need, My house that riseth o'er me! Ah! dearest love, why was I born, If Thou my soul forsakest? If Thou withdraw'st, I'm all forlorn, All good from me Thou takest. O may I seek Thee as my guest, With all my best endeavour Keep Thee ever; And when I Thee arrest, Let Thee go from me never. I've been belov'd by Thee for aye, To follow Thou did'st move me; Before I good could e'er essay, E'en then did Thy heart love me: Ah! noble Rock! Thy love below May it for ever guide me, And beside me Be it where'er I go, To aid whate'er betide me. And may Thy love adorn my place, Where'er my lot Thou'rt casting; And if I wander from Thy ways, To bring me back be hasting. And let me ever counsel wise, Good works from Thee be learning, From sin turning, And when from falls I rise, Come back to Thee with yearning!