Jesus, My Advocate Above

Jesus

my ad­vo­cate ab­ove

My friend be­fore the throne of love

If now for me pre­vails Thy pray­er

If now I find Thee plead­ing there

If Thou the sec­ret wish con­vey

And sweet­ly prompt my heart to pray;

Hear

and my weak pe­ti­tions join

Almighty Ad­vo­cate

to Thine.

Fain would I know my ut­most ill

And groan my na­ture’s weight to feel

To feel the clouds that round me roll

The night that hangs up­on my soul

The dark­ness of my car­nal mind

My will per­verse

my pas­sions blind

Scattered o’er all the earth abroad

Immeasurably far from God.

Jesus

my heart’s de­sire ob­tain!

My ear­nest suit pre­sent

and gain;

My full­ness of cor­rupt­ion show

The know­ledge of my­self be­stow;

A deep­er dis­pla­cence at sin

A sharp­er sense of hell with­in

A strong­er strug­gling to get free

A keen­er ap­pe­tite for Thee.

O sov­er­eign Love

to Thee I cry

Give me Thy­self

or else I die!

Save me from death

from hell set free

Death

hell

are but the want of Thee.

Quickened by Thy im­part­ed flame

Saved

when pos­sessed of Thee

I am;

My life

my on­ly heav­en Thou art

O might I feel Thee in my heart!