On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 18

Jesus, my strength, my peace,
My refuge in distress,
Now incline Thy gracious ear,
Now regard a mourner's call,
Now in my behalf appear,
Show Thyself my God, my all.

Thou only canst relieve
And comfort them that grieve:
Turn my misery into bliss,
Of my earthly all bereft
Bid me acquiesce in this,
Happy still, that God is left.

From all of woman born
May I to Jesus turn,
Fairer than the sons of men
Thee my happy All I see;
Fulness of delight obtain,
Happiness complete in Thee.

Of Thee alone possess'd
I am, I must be, bless'd;
Author, sum of my desires,
None but Christ Thou hear'st me cry,
None but Christ my heart requires,
None but Christ in earth or sky.

Above the reach of care
My quiet spirit bear,
Bear me on Thine eagle wings
To those happy realms above,
Where my old companion sings,
High enthroned in glorious love.

Nor would I him o'ertake,
Or see but for Thy sake:
Thou my vast, my sole reward,
For Thy only love I care,
Heaven is hell without my Lord,
Hell is heaven, if Thou art there!