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JESUS, Thy boundless love to me
   No thought can reach, no tongue declare:
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
    And reign without a rival there:
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am,
Lord, with Thy love my heart inflame.
 
2  O grant that nothing in my soul
    May dwell, but Thy pure love alone;
O may Thy love possess me whole,
    My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
All idols from my heart remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love.
 
3  O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!
    All pain before Thy presence flies,
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
    Where’er Thy healing beams arise:
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
Nothing desire, or seek, but Thee.
 
4  Unwearied may I this pursue,
    Undaunted to the prize aspire;
Hourly within my soul renew
    This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
 
Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76,
tr John Wesley, 1703-91