Saviour, the world's and mine, Was ever grief like Thine? Thou my pain, my curse hast borne All my sins were laid on Thee: Help me, Lord, for Thee I mourn: Draw me, Saviour, after Thee. To live is all my wish: I only live for this: Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, There by faith forever dwell; This I always will require, Thee, and only Thee to feel. Thy pow'r I pant to prove, Rooted and fixed in love; Strengthened by Thy Spirit's might, Wise to fathom things divine; What the length, and breadth, and height, What the depth of love like Thine! Ah! give me this to know, With all Thy saints below; Swells my soul to compass Thee: Pants in Thee to live and move; Filled with all the deity, All immersed and lost in love.