FILLED WITH CHRIST’S FULNESS

JESUS, my Lord, Thou art my life,

My rest in labor, strength in strife;

Thy love begets my love of Thee;

Thy fulness that which filleth me.

Long. long I struggled ere I knew

My struggling vain, my life untrue.

I sought by efforts of mine own

What is the gift of Christ alone.

I prayed, and wrestled in my prayer,

I wrought, but self was ever there;

Joy never came, nor rest, nor peace,

Nor faith, nor hope, nor love’s increase.

Mine effort vain, my weakness learned,

Weary, from self to Christ I turned,

Content to let His fulness be

An unbought fulness unto me.

Life’s heavenly secret was revealed—

In Christ all riches are concealed.

We try and fail; we ask, He gives,

And in His rest our spirit lives.

 O  peaceful rest! O Life Divine!

Mine efforts cannot make Thee mine.

I yield my sinful heart to Thee,

And in Thy love Thou fillest me

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