All in All (1761)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1761 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-all-in-all-1761-050 |
| Words | 397 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
All my treasure is above, All my riches is thy love: Who the worth of love can tell, Infinite, unsearchable! Thou, O love, my portion art, Lord, thou know'st my simple heart: Other comforts I despise, Love be all my paradise. Nothing else can I require, Love fills up my whole desire: All thy other gifts remove; Still thou giv'st me all in love. Hymn LXXXVI.117 Jesu, my truth, my way, My sure, unerring light, On thee my feeble soul I stay, Which thou wilt lead aright! My wisdom and my guide, My Counseller thou art, O never let me leave thy side, Or from thy paths depart. 117First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:217-18; stanzas 1-2, 5. Page 90 I lift mine eye to thee, My lovely, bleeding Lamb, That I may still enlighten'd be, And never put to shame: I never will remove Out of thy hands my cause, But rest in thy redeeming love, And hang upon thy cross. Teach me the happy art In all things to depend On thee, who never will depart, But love me to the end. Still stir me up to strive With thee in strength divine, And every moment, Lord, revive This fainting soul of mine. Hymn LXXXVII.118 My God, I am thine, What a comfort divine, What a blessing to know that my Jesus is mine! In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am! My heart it doth dance to the sound of thy name. True pleasures abound In the rapt'rous sound; And whoever hath found it hath paradise found. My Jesus to know, And feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below. Yet onward I haste To the heavenly feast; That, that is the fulness: but this is the taste. 118First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:219-20. Page 91 And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens of Jesus's love. Hymn LXXXVIII.119 O Jesus my rest, How unspeakably blest Is the sinner, that comes to be hid in thy breast! I come at thy call, At thy feet do I fall, And believe, and confess thee my God, and my all. Thou art Mary's good part, The thing needful thou art, The desire of my eyes, and the joy of my heart. My comfort and stay, My life, and my way, My crown of rejoicing in that happy day.