Jesus, Beloved of my heart, Thy grace I earnestly implore ; Oh, if Thou wilt the gift impart, I'll use it but to love Thee more.
Let others dream ... of jewelled walls, . . . Of golden cities fair to see ; . . . . No glorious scene . . . my soul enthralls, . . . Where'er Thou art is heaven for me. . . .
2. The brightest forms of earthly love Are dull beside Thine own to me ; With wistful eyes I look above, And wonder when Thy face I'll see.
3. Though Paradise has many joys, And flowers of beauty fair to see, Not gates of pearl nor angel's voice Shall thrill my soul like love of Thee.
4. Without Thee no celestial light Shall shine to make my soul lyric ; But with Thee this sad earth is bright, And glows with joy from heaven lent.