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I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength
Author: Anna Letitia Waring Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics:
I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength —
Thee shall my rescued heart embrace;
Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Shall be my peaceful dwelling place.
Whom have I on the earth beside?
Thy cross, Thy crown of thorns I see;
Thou who to save my life hast died,
I will have fellowship with Thee.
Surely Thy human heart has borne
My greatest grief, my least distress —
Surely I see my Savior mourn
With the bowed spirit He will bless
Nailed to Thy cross, I would not fly
The pain it grieves Thy soul to give:
If because Thou hast died I die,
Because Thou livest I shall live.
How could a moment's pang destroy
My heart's confirmed repose in Thee?
Thy presence is sufficient joy
To one reclaimed and spared like me.
It is enough that I am Thine —
Almighty to redeem from sin;
Thou shalt subdue, correct, refine
The heart which Thou hast died to win.
Now, through this light and passing pain,
The travail of Thy soul I see —
I know Thou hast not borne in vain
The mortal anguish due to me;
Thoughts of a love unfelt before
In comfort on my heart descend —
This suffering must have cost Thee more
Than I can ever comprehend.
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Yet, through a sacred sympathy,
I of Thy precious death partake
I feel my fellowship with Thee,
And with the Father for Thy sake.
I see the source of all Thy woe,
Thy resurrection's power I feel —
And streams of living waters flow
Through the dry desert where I kneel.
Shielded from every fear of wrath, —
Looking through love on all that is —
I see about my troubled path
A cloud of tranquil witnesses.
Happy the chastening to endure,
That makes me one, in love and trust,
With all the lowly, all the pure,
All the tried spirits of the just.
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Thy children's sympathy is sweet,
But all is measured — all in part;
Into Thy love my hopes retreat,
For that which satisfles the heart.
There may be other love in store,
But none whereof Thy child may say —
My strength, my life, for evermore,
My ample portion day by day.
Such solace as around me grows,
Thou for my need shalt still prepare —
But make Thy bosom my repose,
And fix my expectation there.
For Thou canst cherish and uphold
Life, that no eye but Thine may see —
And no rough wind, no heat, or cold,
Shall hurt the love that clings to Thee.
In to Thy silent place of prayer,
The anxious, wandering mind recall —
Dwell mid Thy own creation there,
Restoring, claiming, hallowing all.
Then the calm spirit, won from sin,
Thy perfect sacrifice shall be —
And all the ransomed powers therein
Shall go forth, glorifying Thee.
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Out of this spirit of Thy grace,
O, who can tell what light has beamed!
I see the solitary place,
A garden for Thy own redeemed.
I see the desolated ground,
With dews of Heavenly kindness fed —
And fruits of joy and love surround
The heart which Thou hast comforted.
O knowledge all my thoughts above!
This thirsty vale I could not flee,
This yearning for unbounded love
Has been “a door of hope” to me.
Who would go forth in haste by flight,
From the dry land which Thou wilt bless —
Sown with the everlasting light,
That shows Thy “very faithfulness!”
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Thou hast loved me, O Lord, my strength;
On Thee my yielded heart shall lean;
Thy guiding love in all its length
Shall teach me all Thy judgments mean.
And I will ask Thee for a sign
That many an anxious eye may see —
Give me the love that rests in Thine,
For those whom Thou hast tried like me.
Love that believes, is always sweet
To fearful hearts, which Thou wilt guide,
And mine may win some timid feet,
To the deep River's quiet side.
While from that River's fertile banks,
My resting eye their portion sees —
O that my, soul might yield Thee thanks;
By comforting the least of these.
Hymns and Meditations, 1873
I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength
Death, and the terrors of the grave
Author: Isaac Watts Appears in 54 hymnals First Line: Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength Lyrics: 1. Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence:
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust:
For I have found salvation thence.
2*. Death, and the terrors of the grave,
Spread over me their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptations rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
3*. I saw the opening gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there,
Which none but they that feel, can tell;
While I was hurried to despair.
4*. In my distress I call'd my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine;
He bow'd his ear to my complaints;
Then did his grace appear divine.
5*. With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wings he rode:
Awful and bright as lightning shone
The face of my deliv'rer, God.
6. Temptations fled at his rebuke,
Dispell'd by his almighty breath:
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the depths of death.
7. Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their strength, and more their rage,
But Christ, my Lord, is conqu'ror still,
In all the wars that devils wage.
8*. My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to his mercy and his pow'r.
[Asterisks following stanza numbers indicate stanzas parodied by Herman Melville in Father Mapple's hymn "The Ribs and Terrors in the Whale", Moby-Dick, ch. 9] Topics: God the Savior Scripture: Psalm 18:10 Used With Tune: OLD HUNDREDTH
Death, and the terrors of the grave
Thee Will I Love, O Lord, My Strength
Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 11 hymnals First Line: Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength. My fortress is the Lord
Thee Will I Love, O Lord, My Strength
