Love to Christ O Jesus my Saviour, to thee I submit, With love and thanksgiving fall down at they feet: In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh and blood, Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord and my God. I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, my love, I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my dove; I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know, But how much I love thee, I never can show. All human expressions are empty and vain: They cannot unriddle this heavenly flame: I'm sure if the tongue of an angel were mine, I could not this myst'ry completely define. I'm happy, I'm happy, O wond'rous account! My days are immortal, I stand on the mount: I gaze on my treasure; and long to be there, With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear. O Jesus my Saviour, with thee I am blest! My life and salvation, my joy and my rest! Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song; Thy grace shall inspire my heart and my tongue. O, who's like my Saviour? He's Salem's bright King; He smiles and he loves me, and learns me to sing; I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill. This is a broadside: The top third is a poem entitled: On the death of General Washington. Commander in chief of the combined forces of America and France, during the Revolutionary War, and afterwards president of the United States of America--who died December 14th, 1799. [United States : s.n., 1800?] Evans 38157 The bottome 3rd is titles "The Christian's Song. By a Lady. The text I've typed above is preceeded by another poem of the same meter, but set off with it's own title.
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