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 Satan, too,
Do tempt my soul apace;
Without Thy love and strength'ning power
I may Thy name disgrace.

The time, dear Lord, is running short;
From earth my soul set free.
When Thou dost come, I'll sing with joy,
Hallelujah to Thee!

http://www.hiddenpearls.com/authors/Watchman_Nee/

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