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(509) All-Engrossing Love.
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.