MATTH.
V.
3
.
Blessed
are
they
that
mourn
.
I.
JESU
!
my
great
High-priest
above
,
My
Friend
before
the
Throne
of
Love
!
If
now
for
Me
prevails
thy
Prayer
,
If
now
I
find
Thee
pleading
there
;
If
Thou
the
Secret
Wish
convey
,
And
sweetly
prompt
my
Heart
to
pray
,
Hear
;
and
my
weak
Petitions
join
,
Almighty
Advocate
,
to
Thine
!
II
.
Fain
would
I
know
my
utmost
Ill
,
And
groan
my
Nature's
Weight
to
feel
,
To
feel
the
Clouds
that
round
me
roll
,
The
Night
that
hangs
upon
my
Soul
.
The
Darkness
of
my
Carnal
Mind
,
My
Will
perverse
,
my
Passions
blind
,
Scatter'd
o'er
all
the
Earth
abroad
,
Immeasurably
far
from
GOD
.
III
.
JESU
!
my
Heart's
Desire
obtain
,
My
Earnest
Suit
present
and
gain
,
My
Fulness
of
Corruption
show
,
The
Knowledge
of
Myself
bestow
;
A
deeper
Displicence
at
Sin
,
A
sharper
Sense
of
Hell
within
,
A
stronger
Struggling
to
get
free
,
A
keener
Appetite
for
Thee
.
IV
.
For
Thee
my
Spirit
often
pants
,
Yet
often
in
pursuing
faints
,
Drooping
it
soon
neglects
t'
aspire
,
To
fan
the
ever-dying
Fire
:
No
more
thy
Glory's
Skirts
are
seen
,
The
World
,
the
Creature
steals
between
;
Heavenward
no
more
my
Wishes
move
,
And
I
forget
that
Thou
art
Love
.
V.
O
Sovereign
Love
,
to
Thee
I
cry
,
Give
me
Thyself
,
or
else
I
die
.
Save
me
from
Death
,
from
Hell
set
free
,
Death
,
Hell
,
are
but
the
Want
of
Thee
.
Quickned
by
thy
imparted
Flame
,
Sav'd
,
when
possest
of
Thee
,
I
am
;
My
Life
,
my
only
Heav'n
Thou
art
:
And
lo
!
I
feel
Thee
in
my
Heart
!