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Lord, thou knowest that I love thee! - The Penitent
(John S. B. Monsell/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)

The Penitent.

Third Sunday after Easter.

Lord, thou knowest that I love thee. (John 21,15)

1. 'Lord, thou knowest that I love thee!'
  'Whom have I in Heaven but thee?'
None on earth I prize above thee:
  O be gracious unto me!
For my heart is sad and broken,
  sins of old my sorrows move;
and I want some kindly token
  of thine all-forgiving love. (PDF - Midi)

2. Sorely have I spent and squandered
  precious gifts by thee bestowed,
heart, and footsteps, both have wandered
  often from the narrow road;
heedless of thy silent finger
  pointed upward, I have strayed –
where earth-lights delusive linger –
  from the path thy footsteps made.

3. Draw me, draw me gently nigh thee,
  let me see again thy face,
yes! tho' I did once deny thee,
  and tho' still my heart can trace
in those eyes the soft dejection,
  slighted love and grief impart,
that sad look, whose hurt affection
  almost broke my coward heart.

4. Yet forgive, and draw me near thee,
  tho' it be to probe and prove;
tho' it be, alas! to hear thee
  doubt and question of my love!
Can  I  wonder, whose denial
  thrice disowned thee in thy need,
if thy Love, with gentle trial,
  three times make my heart to bleed?

5. O my Saviour! from the sorrow
  which I feel at doubt of thine,
teach me some faint thought to borrow
  of thy grief at doubt of mine;
show me what it is to grieve thee,
  or to cloud that loving face;
take me back – I'll never leave thee,
  with the help of thy good grace.

6. O the bliss of the parental
  watch, which thou didst o'er me keep;
O the comfort of the gentle
  restoration – 'feed my sheep!'
Three times lost, thou thrice hast found me,
  three times fallen, thrice restored;
O how threefold thou hast bound me
  unto thee, my loving Lord!

7. Henceforth, all my life's devotion
  I shall deem too poor to prove
with that trembling fond emotion
  I repent, and trust, and love:
thankful even if my falling
  may to others warning be,
and thy gentle kind recalling
  draw some wand'rer back to thee.

John S. B. Monsell, 'Spiritual Songs', 1864, 87-89.

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