Jesus, my Advocate above,
My Friend before the throne
of love,
If now for me prevails Thy
prayer,
If now I find Thee pleading
there,
If Thou the secret wish
convey,
And sweetly prompt my heart
to pray;
Hear, and my weak petitions
join,
Almighty Advocate, to Thine.
Fain would I know my utmost
ill,
And groan my nature’s weight
to feel,
To feel the clouds that
round me roll,
The night that hangs upon my
soul,
The darkness of my carnal
mind,
My will perverse, my
passions blind,
Scattered o’er all the earth
abroad,
Immeasurably far from God.
Jesus, my heart’s desire
obtain!
My earnest suit present, and
gain;
My fulness of corruption
show,
The knowledge of myself
bestow;
A deeper displacence at sin,
A sharper sense of hell
within,
A stronger struggling to get
free,
A keener appetite for Thee.
O sovereign Love, to Thee
I cry,
Give me Thyself, or else I
die!
Save me from death, from
hell set free,
Death, hell, are but the
want of Thee.
Quickened by Thy imparted
flame,
Saved, when possessed of
Thee, I am;
My life, my only heaven Thou
art,
O might I feel Thee in my
heart!
