First Line: Jesus, Beloved of my heart,

Jesus, Beloved of my heart,
Thy grace I earnestly implore ;
Oh, if Thou wilt the gift impart,
I'll use it but to love Thee more.

Let others dream ... of jewelled walls, . . .
Of golden cities fair to see ; . . . .
No glorious scene . . . my soul enthralls, . . .
Where'er Thou art is heaven for me. . . .

2 The brightest forms of earthly love
Are dull beside Thine own to me ;
With wistful eyes I look above,
And wonder when Thy face I'll see.

3 Though Paradise has many joys,
And flowers of beauty fair to see,
Not gates of pearl nor angel's voice
Shall thrill my soul like love of Thee.

4 Without Thee no celestial light
Shall shine to make my soul content ;
But with Thee this sad earth is bright,
And glows with joy from heaven lent.