Jesus, Thy boundless love to me,
no thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
and reign without a rival there.
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am;
be Thou my Rod and Staff and Guide.
O grant that nothing in my soul
may dwell, but Thy pure love alone!
O may Thy love possess my whole,
my Joy, my Treasure, and my Crown.
All coldness from my heart remove;
my ev’ry act, word, thought, be love.
O love, how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies;
care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
where’er thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
nothing desire or seek, but Thee.
This love unwearied I pursue
and dauntlessly to Thee aspire.
O may thy love my hope renew,
burn in my soul like heav’nly fire.
And day and night, be all my care
to guard this sacred treasure there.
Paul Gerhardt, 1653, translated by John Wesley, 1739
Read 2 Corinthians 5:11-15
(All coldness from my heart remove, my ev’ry act, word, thought, be love. Coldness is not necessarily hatred, but indifference. Emotionless, empty, unmoved. It is being faced with the suffering around us, not the broad general suffering, but the personal, intimate suffering … and turning away to our next distraction. God help us not be cold and indifferent, but draw people in close, into His presence, into His kingdom.)