All-Engrossing Love. (509) Jesus! my heart within me burns, To tell thee all its conscious love; And from earth's low delight it turns, To taste a joy like that above. 2 When thou to me dost condescend, In love divine, thou blessed One, The moments that with thee I spend, Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun. 3 Though oft these lips my love have told, They still the story would repeat; To me the rapture ne'er grows old, That thrills me, bending at thy feet. 4 I breathe my words into thine ear; I seem to fix mine eyes on thine; And sure that thou dost wait to hear, I dare in faith to call thee mine. 5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart; My all I yield to thy control; Oh! let me never from thee part, Thou best Beloved of my soul! Ray Palmer, 1869.
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