|Location in The Sacred Harp|
While my Jesus Iím possessing,
Greatís the happiness I know;
While his corpse I am caressing,
Sweetest odours round me flow:
Happy Iím in his embraces,
Proving all his kisses sweet;
Singing never-ceasing praises,
Mary-like before his feet.
Oh! how happy are the moments,
Which I here in transport spend;
Live deriving from his torments,
Who remains the sinnerís Friend:
Here Iíll sit for ever viewing
How the blood flows from each vein;
Evíry stream, my soul bedewing,
Mortifies the carnal flame.
Really blessed is the portion
Destiníd me by sovíreign grace;
Still to view divine compassion
In the Saviourís bruised face:
íTis my fixed resolution
Jesus Christ my Lord to love;
At his feet to fix my station,
Nor from thence a hairís breadth move.
Here it is I find my heaven
While upon my Lamb I gaze;
Love I much, Iíve more forgiven;
Iím a miracle of grace:
Fillíd with sinner-like contrition,
With my tears his feet Iíll bathe;
Happy in the sweet fruition
Of my Saviourís painful death.
From his piercíd and wounded body
Issuíd streams of sacred gore;
From his hands and feet so bloody
Flowíd a medícine for each sore:
From his side, that fountain precious,
Pardons with the blood did flow;
This to taste is most delicious,
Causing all within to glow.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And from hence salvation draw:
May I have the spiritís unction
Filling me with holy shame;
Still retain a close connection
With the person of the Lamb.