Thursday, December 6, 2012

Jesu, Priceless Treasure, Bach



Jesus. Priceless treasure,
Source of purest pleasure,
Truest friend to me:
Ah, how long I've panted
And my heart hath faint-ed,
Thirsting, Lord, for Thee.
Thine I am, O spotless Lamb!
I will suffer naught to hide Thee,
Naught I ask beside Thee.

Hence, all fear and sadness!
For the Lord of gladness,
Jesus, enters in;
Those who love the Father,
Though the storms may gather,
Still have peace within;
Yea, what-e'er I here must bear,
Still in Thee lies purest pleasure;
Jesus, priceless treasure.

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