The Name of Jesus

Jesus, Lord God from all eternity, Whom love of us brought down to shame, I plead Thy Life with Thee, I plead Thy Death, I plead Thy Name.

Jesus, Lord God of every living soul, Thy Love exceeds its uttered fame, Thy Will can make us whole, I plead Thyself, I plead Thy Name.

Lord God of Hosts, most Holy and most High, What made Thee tell Thy Name of Love to me? What made Thee live our life? what made Thee die? “My love of thee.”

I pitched so low, Thou so exceeding high, What was it made Thee stoop to look at me While flawless sons of God stood wondering by? “My love of thee.”

What is there which can lift me up on high That we may dwell together, Thou with me, When sin and death and suffering are gone by? “My love of thee.”

O Lord, what is that best thing hid on high Which makes heaven heaven as Thou hast promised me, Yea, makes it Christ to live and gain to die? “My love of thee.”

Lord, what have I that I may offer Thee? Look, Lord, I pray Thee, and see.—

What is it thou hast got? Nay, child, what is it thou hast not? Thou hast all gifts that I have given to thee: Offer them all to Me, The great ones and the small, I will accept them one and all.—

I have a will, good Lord, but it is marred; A heart both crushed and hard; Not such as these the gift Clean-handed lovely saints uplift.—

Nay, child, but wilt thou judge for Me? I crave not thine, but thee.—

Ah, Lord, Who lovest me! Such as I have now give I Thee.

If I should say “my heart is in my home,” I turn away from that high halidom Where Jesus sits: for nowhere else But with its treasure dwells The heart: this Truth and this experience tells.

If I should say “my heart is in a grave,” I turn away from Jesus risen to save: I slight that death He died for me; I, too, deny to see His beauty and desirability.

O Lord, Whose Heart is deeper than my heart, Draw mine to Thine to worship where Thou art; For Thine own glory join the twain Never to part again, Nor to have lived nor to have died in vain.

Leaf from leaf Christ knows; Himself the Lily and the Rose:

Sheep from sheep Christ tells; Himself the Shepherd, no one else:

Star and star He names, Himself outblazing all their flames:

Dove by dove, He calls To set each on the golden walls;

Drop by drop, He counts The flood of ocean as it mounts:

Grain by grain, His hand Numbers the innumerable sand.

Lord, I lift to Thee In peace what is and what shall be;

Lord, in peace I trust To Thee all spirits and all dust.

Lord, carry me.—Nay, but I grant thee strength To walk and work thy way to Heaven at length.—

Lord, why then am I weak?—Because I give Power to the weak, and bid the dying live.—

Lord, I am tired.—He hath not much desired The goal, who at the starting-point is tired.—

Lord, dost Thou know?—I know what is in man; What the flesh can, and what the spirit can.—

Lord, dost Thou care?—Yea, for thy gain or loss So much I cared, it brought Me to the Cross.—

Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief.— Good is the word; but rise, for life is brief.

The follower is not greater than the Chief: Follow thou Me along My way of grief.

Lord, I am here.—But, child, I look for thee Elsewhere and nearer Me.— Lord, that way moans a wide insatiate sea: How can I come to Thee?— Set foot upon the water, test and see If thou canst come to Me.— Couldst Thou not send a boat to carry me, Or dolphin swimming free?— Nay, boat nor fish if thy will faileth thee: For My Will too is free.— Lord, I am afraid.—Take hold on Me: I am stronger than the sea.— Save, Lord, I perish.—I have hold of thee, I made and rule the sea, I bring thee to the haven where thou wouldst be.

New creatures; the Creator still the Same For ever and for ever: therefore we Win hope from God’s unsearchable decree And glorify His still unchanging Name. We too are still the same: and still our claim, Our trust, our stay, is Jesus, none but He: He still the Same regards us, and still we Mount toward Him in old love’s accustomed flame. We know Thy wounded Hands: and Thou dost know Our praying hands, our hands that clasp and cling To hold Thee fast and not to let Thee go. All else be new then, Lord, as Thou hast said: Since it is Thou, we dare not be afraid, Our King of old and still our Self-same King.