A Hymn by Wacthman Nee
How vast, immense, and measureless The love of Christ to me! How else could such a wretch as I Be blessed so graciously? To bring me back unto Himself, My Lord His all did spend; So I would gladly bear the cross And follow to the end. My all I have forsaken now, This blessed Christ to gain; Now life or death is no concern- What else can me restrain? My dear ones, wealth, ambition, fame- What can they offer me? My gracious Lord for me was poor; For Him I poor would be. My precious Savior now I love, Him only would I please. For Him all gain a loss becomes, And comfort holds no ease. Thou art my comfort, gracious Lord! I've none in heav'n but Thee. And who but Thee is there on earth With whom I love to be? Though loneliness and trials come, My griefs I'd rise above, This only would I ask Thee, Lord: Surround me with Thy love! O gracious Lord, I now beseech, Guide me through every stage; Stand by and strengthen me to go Through this dark, evil age. The world, the flesh, and Sa...