THE BELOVED
G. Brown1
My heart is all aglow
As unto Him I turn;
Compassions thus to know
Which make my heart to burn.
Such love to me displayed
Beyond all tongue to tell,
It satisfies my heart
To know that all is well.
My soul can rest secure
As on His worth I think,
Foundation ever sure,
An everlasting link.
‘Tis founded on His death
Accomplished there for me;
For, so the Scripture saith,
It sets me ever free!
A death of shame and scorn,
‘Twas filled, His cup of woe,
But resurrection’s morn
His victory did show.
Exult then O my soul!
Rejoice exceedingly!
Loud shall my praises roll
To Him unceasingly.
Himself, His work, His worth,
Entrancing to my heart,
Are ever calling forth
To Him His blessed part.
So then, exalt Him now;
All praise to Him be given.
Before Him lowly bow
E’en now as soon in heaven.