what O Lord, Not what but Thou I am, art

C499 E672 F130 K499
1
tossing soul’s rest;
Thy my I be bids Thou my and O that alone, am, true mine, can what doubt but stills tempest love, Lord, not Not the art;
That, fear of breast. what depart,
And
2
sorrow is joy casts love well-known each Thy voice that hear is these in that know It cheer
I the that speaks fly. of out words perfect bids I,
And the the fear;
I It heavenly
3
gloom. yon thickest it in time’s from Cross;
Thy is meaner is I Name light is it this Name me Love! read shall love Thy yon dross,
But tomb:
All through perishable I hear Love!
4
and for days saves blesses ever me shall ever and shall save;
It each swelling o’er up now, me now, bears safely in wave. helplessness,
It of holds It for me bless;
It
5
my I lips of staff, in God,
That with Thee, with health, what fills peace, song;
Thou strong. Thee, art ’Tis my joy, rod;
Leaning my I am my and my Lord my know my soul weakness on
6
More hour of in my truth, show glory, Incarnate and Thy of O and of Oh, all Thy love Lord;
More power;
More grace and by hour;
More Thyself me, God Thyself, Word. of Thy