My Jesus, Lord, Thou Lamb of God divine,
Down, closely down, as living branch with tree,
I would abide, my Lord, my Christ, in Thee.
How love of Thine so vast in me may flow,
My empty vessel, running o’er with joy,
Must overflow to Thee without alloy.
Can e’er prevail with Thy blest life within;
Joined to Thyself, communing deep, my soul
Knows naught besides its motions to control.
The secrets of Thy mind e’en while below—
All joy and peace, and knowledge of Thy word,
All pow’r and fruit, and service for the Lord.