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Lyrics:Horatius Bonar
Music:T. Collins
Meter:10.10.10.10

Hymn using same tune:

#826

 

 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 tossing breast.

 

 2  It is Thy perfect love that casts out fear;

    I know the voice that speaks the It is I,

    And in these well-known words of heavenly cheer

    I hear the joy that bids each sorrow fly.

 

 3  Thy Name is Love! I hear it from yon Cross;

    Thy Name is Love! I read it in yon tomb:

    All meaner love is perishable dross,

    But this shall light me through time's thickest gloom.

 

 4  It blesses now, and shall forever bless;

    It saves me now, and shall for ever save;

    It holds me up in days of helplessness,

    It bears me safely o'er each swelling wave.

 

 5  '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, my rod;

    Leaning on Thee, in weakness I am strong.

 

 6  More of Thyself, Oh, show me, hour by hour;

    More of Thy glory, O my God and Lord;

    More of Thyself in all Thy grace and power;

    More of Thy love and truth, Incarnate Word.