Saviour, the world's and mine, Was ever grief like Thine? Thou my pain, my curse, hast borne; All my sins were laid on Thee: Help me, Lord, for Thee I mourn; Draw me, Saviour, after Thee. To love is all my wish; I only live for this; Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, There, by faith, forever dwell; This I always will require, Thee, and only Thee to feel. Thy power I pant to prove, Rooted and fix'd in love; Strengthen'd by Thy Spirlt's might, Wise to fathom things divine, What the length, and breadth, and height, What the depth of love like Thine. Ah! give me this to know, With all Thy saints below; Swells my soul to compass Thee: Pants in Thee to live and move; Fill'd with all the Deity, All immersed and lost in love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MEZZO CAMMIN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HIS GLORY TELL by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE MANX WITCH; A STORY OF THE LAXDALE MINES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |