O JESUS, JESUS, ALL TO THEE!

O Jesus, Jesus, all to Thee!
My hands, for labor Thine;
Take this faith of mustard seed
And plant it in Thy vine.

Stay the fox of spoiling tread
Which mar the pleasant fruit;
Strike the unyielding branch as dead
Which in thee takes no root.

Thy gentle love embraceth me,
Thy warm-enclosing grace!
Thy rock’s-cleft hedge formed from Thee
That I may behold Thy face.

O glorious Jesus! High and divine,
How wonderful Thou art!
Forever I lift my hands to praise Thee;
Bright and Morning Star!

As the hart panteth the waters by,
My heart panteth after Thee;
Look up, thou fleeting life of mine,
Ascend to His great majesty.

As smoke from burning coals arise
To champion incense about His throne,
Savor for my Saviour, be not despised;
Thou ascendest to Him, and Him alone.

Could Eye, in sleeping wonder wake
When my Redeemer calls?
Could earth, with gaping mouth intake
The rain of mercy that falls?

Then shall my prayers as odours sweet
Perfume the nightly sky:
Bestow my gifts at my Master’s feet
Who blesseth me by and by.

Let mercy as the rivers flow
Like ardent springs of life;
Thy hand of tenderness doth show
As a husband doth His wife.

Into the Everlasting’s hand
I cling with grip-tight hope;
Flee my desires to seek Thy commands,
More favorable in scope.

Look here now at the Saviour’s hands,
The nail-print indentures of love!
When life arouses troubling bands,
I seek my help from above.

Bruised for my iniquities' sake,
No balm could heal His wounds;
For sinners, their chastisement take
The Father’s striking blows.

From henceforth came the crimson tide
From Calvary’s fatal wood;
All heaven knelt as Jesus stood
As waters to the shores subside.

Meet me at the tarrying brook
When dawning breaketh day;
The gleaming Sun o’er yonder took
And thawed my sins away!

O Jesus, Jesus, all to Thee!
The summation of my life’s story;
Count all but loss, my life shall be:
To God, be all the glory!

~ Elijah Sims ~