Not What I Am

Verse 1

Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art, that, that alone can be my soul’s true rest; Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart, and stills the tempest of my throbbing breast.

Verse 2

Thy Name is Love, I hear it from yon cross; Thy Name is Love, I hear it from yon tomb; all meaner love is perishable dross, but this shall light me through time’s thickest gloom.

Verse 3

Girt with the love of God on ev'ry side, breathing that love as heav’ns own healing air, I work or wait, still following my Guide, braving each foe, escaping ev'ry snare.

Verse 4

’Tis what I know of Thee, my Lord and God, that fills my soul with peace, my lips with song; Thou art my Health, my Joy, my Staff and Rod; leaning on Thee, in weakness I am strong.

Verse 5

More of Thyself, O show me hour by hour; more of Thy glory, O my God and Lord; more of Thyself, in all Thy grace and pow'r; more of Thy love and truth, incarnate Word!