Christ My Song - 1107
Lord Jesus, 'tis exceeding gain - Apart
(Hannah K. Burlingham/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
1. Lord Jesus, 'tis exceeding gain
if but thyself I know;
I thank thee thus for hours of pain
that come to lay me low:
the message thou art pleased to send,
in mercy from above,
appoints the silent hours I spend,
reposing in thy love. PDF - Midi
2. I leave awhile the thronging crowd
to be apart with thee;
I hear not now the strivings loud
that vex the distant sea:
the heavings of its restless tide
sound faintly on mine ear,
and from thy Haven fair and wide
I see my Home so near.
3. I know not what may be in store;
the charge is thine to keep:
perchance my bark need never more
launch forth upon the deep;
but whether toward the golden strand
be set the vessel's prow,
or whether sailing far from land,
doth not concern me now.
4. Thou art thyself, O precious Lord,
my one eternal gain;
thou art my solace and reward
alike in ease and pain.
Because thy love enfoldeth me
no ill can e'er befall;
'tis perfect peace to rest in thee,
my Lord, my all in all.
Hannah K. Burlingham, Wayside Songs, 1901, 21-23.