941    L.M.     Samuel Medley
“Whom have I in heaven but thee?” Ps. 73. 25

1 Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my All,
  Prostrate before thy throne I fall;
  Fain would my soul look up and see
  My hope, my heaven, my all in thee.

2 Here in this world of sin and woe,
  I’m filled with tossings to and fro;
  Burdened with sin, and fears oppressed,
  With nothing here to give me rest.

3 In vain from creatures help I seek;
  Thou, only thou, the word canst speak
  To heal my wounds, and calm my grief,
  Or give my mourning heart relief.

4 Without thy peace and presence, Lord,
  Not all the world can help afford.
  O do not frown my soul away,
  But smile my darkness into day.

5 I long to hear thy pardoning voice;
  O speak, and bid my soul rejoice;
  Say, “Peace, be still; look up and live;
  Life, peace, and heaven are mine to give.”

6 Then, filled with grateful, holy love,
  My soul in praise would soar above;
  And with delightful joy record
  The wondrous goodness of the Lord.