Jesus, My Lord, My Chief Delight

Jesus

my Lord

my chief de­light

For Thee I long

for Thee I pray

Amid the sha­dow of the night

Amid the bu­si­ness of the day.

When shall I see Thy smil­ing face

That face which oft­en I have seen?

Arise

Thou Sun of right­eous­ness

Scatter the clouds that in­ter­vene.

Thou art the glo­ri­ous gift of God

To sin­ners wea­ry and dis­tressed;

The first of all His gifts be­stowed

And cer­tain pledge of all the rest.

Could I but say this gift is mine

The world should be be­neath my feet;

Though poor

no more would I re­pine

Or look with en­vy on the great.

The pre­cious jew­el I would keep

And lodge it deep with­in my heart;

At home

abroad

awake

asleep

It nev­er should from thence de­part.