O dearest Lamb, take thou my heart!
Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in thy love,
As I have found in thee?
If there’s a fervor in my soul,
And fervor sure there is,
Now it shall be at thy control,
And but to serve thee rise.
If love, that mildest flame, can rest
In hearts so hard as mine,
Come, gentle Saviour, to my breast,
Its love shall all be thine.
Now the gay world with treacherous art
Shall tempt my heart in vain;
I have conveyed away that heart,
Ne’er to return again.
’Tis heaven on earth to taste his love,
To feel his quickening grace,
And all the heaven I hope above
Is but to se his face.