This is my beloved, and this is my friend.'
'VE found a Friend; O such a Friend! mp 2 I've found a Friend; O such a Friend!
He loved me ere I knew Him;
He drew me with the cords of love,
And thus He bound me to Him;
And round my heart still closely twine
Those ties which nought can sever,
For I am His and He is mine
For ever and for ever.
He bled, He died to save me; And not alone the gift of life, But His own self He gave me. Nought that I have mine own I'll call, I'll hold it for the Giver:
My heart, my strength, my life, my all Are His, and His for ever.
2 It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,
My Saviour, Jesus! yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners, far and near,
A love which can re- move all guilty fear
And love beget.
mf 3 It passeth praises, I that dear love of Thine,
My Saviour, Jesus! | yet this heart of mine
Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so free,
Which brings a rebel | sinner, such as me,
Nigh unto God.
m 4 But, though I cannot sing or tell or know
The fulness of Thy I love, while here below,
My empty vessel II may freely bring;
O Thou who art of love the living spring,
My vessel fill.
5 O fill me, Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love!
Lead, lead me to the living fount above;
Thither may I, in | simple faith, draw nigh,
And never to an- | other fountain fly,
'Then shall I know even as also I am known.
THEN this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o'er life's finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.
2 When I stand before the throne
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.
3 When the praise of heaven I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters' noise,
Sweet as harp's melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.
mp 4 Even on earth, as through a glass,
Darkly, let Thy glory pass;
Make forgiveness feel so sweet;
Make Thy Spirit's help so meet;
Even on earth, Lord, make me know
Something of how much I owe.
5 Chosen not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour's side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.
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