Abide in Me and I in Thee

O Saviour, who has loved so much, Shame covers me that ever such A poor return to Thee For all Thy wondrous grace to me. Upon my poor cold heart now shine Inspire me with a warmth divine; Let no cloud ever come between Me and Thy countenance's sheen. Thy glorious beauty now display, And win my raptured soul away From everything, however fair. That would from truth to Thee ensnare. Oh, let me in Thy presence bask; For sense of nearness, Lord I ask; This best shall drive away the...