672--Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art;

Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art;

672

	1.	Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art;
		That, that alone, can be my soul's true rest;
		Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart,
		And stills the tempest of my tossing breast.
	2.	It is Thy perfect love that casts out fear;
		I know the voice that speaks the It is I,
		And in these well-known words of heavenly
		cheer
		I hear the joy that bids each sorrow fly.
	3.	Thy Name is Love! I hear it from yon Cross;
		Thy Name is Love! I read it in yon tomb:
		All meaner love is perishable dross,
		But this shall light me through time's thickest
		gloom.
	4.	It blesses now, and shall for ever bless;
		It saves me now, and shall for ever save;
		It holds me up in days of helplessness,
		It bears me safely o'er each swelling wave.
	5.	'Tis what I know of Thee, my Lord and God,
		That fills my soul with peace, my lips with
		song;
		Thou art my health, my joy, my staff, my rod;
		Leaning on Thee, in weakness I am strong.
	6.	More of Thyself, Oh, show me, hour by hour;
		More of Thy glory, O my God and Lord;
		More of Thyself in all Thy grace and power;
		More of Thy love and truth, Incarnate Word.