8,6,8,6 From the Office of Holy Communion O Jesus Christ, my soul contains The sweetness of Thy love, And all its pleasure now obtains From springs that rise above. And Thou hast changed my thought of Thee, And all my heart's desire; Now make my soul from vileness free By love's consuming fire. But how can I, where saints are met, Make bold to enter in? I cannot all the past forget Of wilfulness and sin. With garments rent, and vile with sin, Behold me, clothed in shame; Wilt Thou, O Bridegroom, me attire That I may bless Thy name? O Jesus, Who hast filled my soul With sweetness, let me wear The wedding robe, all pure and whole, Where Thy redeemed appear. |