Henry Francis Lyte I Love You Poems

  • 1.
    Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
    Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.
    Perish every fond ambition, all Iâ??ve sought or hoped or known.
    Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.
    ...
  • 2.
    Pleasant are Thy courts above,
    In the land of light and love;
    Pleasant are Thy courts below
    In this land of sin and woe;
    ...
  • 3.
    Praise the Lord, Godâ??s glories show, Alleluia!
    Saints within Godâ??s courts below, Alleluia!
    Angels round the throne above, Alleluia!
    All that see and share Godâ??s love, Alleluia!
    ...
  • 4.
    I meet thy pensive, moonlight face;
    Thy thrilling voice I hear;
    And former hours and scenes retrace,
    Too fleeting, and too dear!
    ...
  • 5.
    Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits;
    Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates;
    All flesh shall to Thy throne repair,
    And find through Christ salvation there.
    ...
  • 6.
    God of mercy, God of grace,
    Show the brightness of Thy face:
    Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
    Fill Thy church with light Divine;
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  • 7.
    My spirit on Thy care,
    Blest Savior, I recline;
    Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
    For Thou art Love divine.
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  • 8.
    There is a safe and secret place,
    Beneath the wings divine,
    Reserved for all the heirs of grace;
    O be that refuge mine!
    ...
  • 9.
    Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest,
    Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
    At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
    Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come:
    ...
Total 9 I Love You Poems by Henry Francis Lyte

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