On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 13

My Jesus, my Lamb,
I trust in Thy name,
And all Thy unsearchable riches I claim.

For me Thou hast died,
Thy blood is applied;
I am come to the fountain of Jesus's side.

The earnest I prove,
Thy Spirit doth move,
And melt my hard heart with a spark of Thy love.

Yet can I not rest,
Till perfectly blest
I lean every moment on Jesus's breast.

What tongue cannot tell
In believing I feel,
The pledge and the witness; but where is the seal?

The seal is secure,
And keeps my heart pure:
This, this is the proof I shall always endure.

For this do I call
On my Jesus, my All:
O tell me by love that I never shall fall;

That I never shall sin:
O wash my heart clean:
Now, Lord, Thy immovable kingdom bring in.

Thy nature impart,
My soul to convert, heart.
And 'stablish the thing Thou hast wrought in my

My Alpha is here,
Thou always art near,
But in me, my Lord, the Omega appear.

Thy gifts that are past
Behind me I cast:
The Beginning, and First, be the End, and the Last.

Now, now let me feel,
Thou in me dost dwell;
To the day of redemption, O Comforter, seal.

Return from above
In the Spirit of love,
And the mountain of sin by Thy presence remove.

For this do I pray,
Nothing else can I say,
But, take the occasion of stumbling away,
j 5 Then shall I be clean,
And live without sin,
Till the life of my Jesus breaks out from within.

My body that dies
With advantage shall rise,
Andbefashion'd like His, when we meetin the skies.

In the skies we shall meet;
Who am now at Thy feet,
I at Thy right hand in Thy kingdom shall sit:

I the glory shall see
Thou hast purchased for me,
And inherit my heaven of heavens in Thee.