By Charles Wesley
When I feel the Saviour near,
My soul knows nothing but to love;
My heart at once leaves every care,
And heaven itself comes down above.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine:
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine.
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown through Christ my King;
The Holy Ghost makes all my own,
And shows me God in everything.
I feel, or hear, or taste of Thee;
Thine all-surrounding fragrance find:
Thy presence fills my heart with peace,
Thy blood hath made my soul divine.
Thy voice to me is full of joy;
Thy touch can banish all my fear:
Thy love can turn my grief to praise,
And make me in Thy likeness here.
And when my feet these courts shall tread,
I’ll sing the praise of Him who died;
Till, lost in perfect bliss above,
I’ll bask in the beatific tide.