Mark 11: While hanging on the arm that bears

While hanging on the arm that bears
My soul above them all.
In Thee my Saviour I confide,
By my own sin beset,
And lay it easily aside,
And spurn it at my feet;
It shall no more dominion have,
Or captivate my will.
For Thou art ever near to save,
For Thou art Jesus still.
Believing all Thy fulness mine,
Nor earth nor hell I fear,
Kept by omnipotence Divine
To full salvation here:
The thing for which I dare believe
I shall at last obtain,
And, when Thine image I retrieve.
With Thee in glory reign.

Jesus, Thou say'st I shall receive
The thing for which I pray;
Then give me, Lord, Thy Spirit give,
And take my sins away:
That I may never grieve Thee more.
Thy blessed Self impart.
And stamp in perfect peace and power
Thine image on my heart.

Why should I smaller gifts request,
When all I ask is mine?
I covet earnestly the best.
The plenitude Divine:
My swelling heart I open wide
To' admit my heavenly Friend;
Come Saviour, come in me to' abide,
Till grace in glory end.

My evil will be all cast out,
When Thou resid'st within,
Thy presence, Lord, I cannot doubt.
Extirpates inbred sin:
Out of mine inmost soul I trust
The root shall be destroy'd,
While Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Fills all the sacred void.

Thee, the thrice holy God, I want,
And nothing less than Thee:
With infinite desire I pant
For Thy infinity:
On eagles' wings my spirit flies
To grasp its Lord above,
And faints upon Thy breast, and dies
To be dissolved in love.

The things which I desire in prayer
I surely. Lord, shall have.
All in Thy power contain'd they are,
And in Thy will to save:
The sum of my desires Thou art.
And shalt my portion be,
And fix Thy heaven within my heart
Through all eternity.