O Jesus Christ, Grow Thou in Me
O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me,
and all things else recede!
My heart be daily nearer Thee,
from sin be daily freed.
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Each day let Thy supporting might
my weakness still embrace;
my darkness vanish in Thy light,
Thy life my death efface.
In Thy bright beams which on me fall
fade every evil thought;
that I am nothing, Thou art all,
I would be daily taught.
More of Thy glory let me see,
Thou Holy, Wise, and True!
I would Thy living image be,
in joy and sorrow too.
Fill me with gladness from above,
hold me by strength Divine;
Lord, let the glow of Thy great love
through my whole being shine.
Make this poor self grow less and less,
be Thou my life and aim;
oh, make me daily through Thy grace
more meet to bear Thy name!
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O Jesus, Jesus, Dearest Lord
1.O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!
Forgive me if I say,
For very love, Thy sacred name
A thousand times a day.
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O Jesus, Lord, with me abide;
I rest in Thee, whate’er betide;
Thy gracious smile is my reward;
I love, I love Thee, Lord!
2.I love Thee so I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
3.For Thou to me art all in all;
My honor and my wealth;
My heart’s desire, my body’s strength,
My soul’s eternal health.
4.Burn, burn, O love, within my heart,
Burn fiercely night and day,
Till all the dross of earthly loves
Is burned, and burned away.
5.O light in darkness, joy in grief,
O heaven’s life on earth;
Jesus, my love, my treasure, who
Can tell what Thou art worth?
6.What limit is there to this love?
Thy flight, where wilt Thou stay?
On, on! our Lord is sweeter far
Today than yesterday.
O Jesus, thou art standing
outside the fast-closed door,
in lowly patience waiting
to pass the threshold o’er:
shame on us, Christian brothers,
his name and sign who bear,
O shame, thrice shame upon us,
to keep him standing there!
O Jesus, thou art knocking;
and lo, that hand is scarred,
and thorns thy brow encircle,
and tears thy face have marred:
O love that passeth knowledge,
so patiently to wait!
O sin that hath no equal,
so fast to bar the gate!
O Jesus, thou art pleading
in accents meek and low,
“I died for you, my children,
and will ye treat me so?”
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
we open now the door;
dear Savior, enter, enter,
and leave us nevermore.