Oh had I Jesus in my arms,
I’d fondly gaze upon his charms;
Like Simeon say, with joy serene,
Mine eyes have thy salvation seen.
If providence should smile or frown,
To him I’d cleave and him alone;
Give him a lodging in my heart,
Nor thence provoke him to depart.
He is a never-failing friend,
To him let my affections tend;
The more I his endearments know,
My heart ascends from things below.
No name on earth can ever be
So cheering and so sweet to me;
He lifts me up whene’er I fall,
He is my glory and my all.
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