Christ My Song - 786
Thou who givest of thy gladness - The home (Gerhard Tersteegen/Frances Bevan/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
Luke 15, 23-24.
1. Thou who givest of thy gladness
till the cup runs o'er –
cup whereof the pilgrim weary
drinks to thirst no more –
not a-nigh me, but within me
is thy joy divine;
thou, O Lord, hast made thy dwelling
in this heart of mine. (PDF - Midi)
2. Need I that a law should bind me
captive unto thee?
Captive is my heart, rejoicing
never to be free.
Ever with me, glorious, awful,
tender, passing sweet,
one upon whose heart I rest me,
worship at his feet.
3. With me, wheresoe'er I wander,
that great Presence goes,
that unutterable gladness,
Everywhere the blessed stillness
of his Holy Place –
stillness of the love that worships
dumb before his Face.
4. To thy house, O God my Father,
thy lost child is come;
led by wandering lights no longer,
I have found my home.
Over moor and fen I tracked them
through the midnight blast,
but to find the Light eternal
in my heart at last.