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.