Lord, When My Thoughts Delighted Rove

Lord

when my thoughts de­light­ed rove

Amid the won­ders of Thy love

Sweet hope re­vives my droop­ing heart

And bids in­trud­ing fears de­part.

But while Thy suf­fer­ings I sur­vey

And faith en­joys a heav’n­ly ray

These dear me­mor­ials of Thy pain

Present anew the dread­ful scene.

I hear Thy groans with deep sur­prise

And view Thy wounds with weep­ing eyes

Each bleed­ing wound

each dy­ing groan

With ang­uish fraught

and pains un­known.

For mor­tal crimes a sac­ri­fice

The Lord of life

the Sav­ior dies:

What love

what mer­cy

how di­vine!

O Je­sus

can I call Thee mine?

Repentant sor­row fills my heart

But ming­ling joy al­lays the smart;

O may my fu­ture life de­clare

The sor­row and the joy sin­cere.

Be all my heart

and all my days

Devoted to my Sav­ior’s praise;

And let my glad obe­di­ence prove

How much I owe

how much I love.