When Jesus with his mighty love

Verse 1

When Jesus, with his mighty love, Visits my troubled breast, My doubts subside, my fears remove, And I’m completely blest;

Verse 2

I love the Lord with mind and heart, His people and his ways; Envy, and pride, and lust depart, And all his works I praise;

Verse 3

Nothing but Jesus I esteem; My soul is then sincere; And everything that’s dear to him, To me is also dear.

Verse 4

But ah! when these short visits end, Though not quite left alone, I miss the presence of my Friend, Like one whose comfort’s gone.

Verse 5

I to my own sad place return, My wretched state to feel; I tire, and faint, and mope, and mourn, And am but barren still.

Verse 6

More frequent let thy visits be, Or let them longer last; I can do nothing without thee; Make haste, O God, make haste.