On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 5

Jesu, my Hope, my Joy, my Rest,
Indulge me in this one request,
Thou know'st what I would say,
My every want to Thee is known,
Thou hear'st the' unutterable groan,
Thou hear'st Thy Spirit pray.

Give me the thing Thou long'st to give,
The thing for which Thou here didst live
A life of grief and pain;
Give me the dearly purchased good,
Bought with Thy heart's last drop of blood,
Nor live, nor die in vain.

Give me what God to Thee did give,
The grace Thou didst for me receive,
When all Thy pangs were o'er;
Send down Thy Spirit from above,
Spirit of power, and health, and love,
And let me sin no more.

I ask nor joy, nor life, nor ease,
I ask not earthly happiness,
But purity within;
On others, Lord, those gifts bestow,
But let me cease from sin below,
But let me cease from sin.

Hasten to grant my sole request,
Take me into that second rest,
That glorious liberty;
And let me then my soul resign,
Received into the arms Divine,
For ever lost in Thee.