|Location in The Sacred Harp|
My Jesus, while in mortal Flesh
I hold my frail Abode,
Still would my Spirit rest on Thee,
Its Saviour, and its God.
Sharpsburg 39b, Stanza 1
By hourly Faith in Thee I live,
íMidst all my Griefs and Snares;
And Death, encounteríd in thy Sight,
No Form of Horror wears.
Yes, Thou hast lovíd this sinful Worm,
Hast givín Thyself for me;
Hast brought me from eternal Death,
Nailíd to the bloody Tree.
On thy dear Cross I fix mine Eyes,
Then raise them to thy Seat;
Till Love dissolves my inmost Soul,
At its Redeemerís Feet.
Sharpsburg 39b, Stanza 2
Be dead, my Heart, to worldly Charms;
Be dead to evíry Sin;
And tell the boldest Foes without,
That Jesus reigns within.
Sharpsburg 39b, Stanza 3
My Life with his connected stands,
Nor asks a surer Ground;
He keeps me in his gracious Arms,
Where Heavín itself is found.