Enraptured by His Precious love
I feel my love so small.
And yet He bids me grace and peace,
His Patience doth enthrall.
Oh, for a heart to give to Him
With every single breath,
The glory due His Precious Name,
The LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.
I dare not trust one single thought
Of all that I might give,
For nothing LORD compares to You,
In love with You, we live.
What great affections You doth stir,
In this poor faltering mind,
Through blessed servants of Your grace,
In love with You we find;
All hail the Pow'r of Jesus Name,
We at Your feet doth fall,
And humbled by Your matchless love
With strength from You we call--
Oh, give to us more love For Thee,
In every word and deed,
To walk in every grace You give,
To meet our every need.
With joy we press more upward still,
In light and love we stand;
Provoke to all Your Immanence,
To dwell in Canaan's land.
(Jer.23:23,24 ; Col. 1:17)
Michael E. Wood