Oh, how I love Thee dearest Lord;

Oh, how I love Thee dearest Lord; On Thee alone I lean. Though rapturous with ecstasy Or tears unceasing stream; When all my world comes crashing down And nothing falls in place, Uphold me with Thy love and strength To cling to Thine embrace.

Thy person, Lord, alone can bring My jaded heart to cheer; Thy smile gladdens my heart strings Whene’er Thou dost appear. Thus gloom becomes triumphant song And darkness turns to light, My valley’s shades to inundate With beams of sweet delight.

Thy presence meaneth everything; Thou art my secret, Lord. I welcome Thee into my boat; True rest Thou dost afford. Though bitterness surround my soul, Thy sweetness I can taste, For in life’s storms in Thee I find The eye wherein I’m graced.

Thy visitation, gracious, sweet In trials comforts me. In tribulation’s form to bring Thine all-sufficiency; While journeying along life’s stream, Should I, by boulders, be fazed? For thornless grace I would not seek, But water’s level raised.

When in the index of Thine eyes, My heart’s joy is maintained; With Thee alone I’m occupied, And by Thy love constrained. There’s naught on earth that can frustrate The man enjoying Thee; Now all else from my vision fades; Thou Lord, alone, I see.