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47. To tell the Savior all my wants
Hymn 47
To tell the Savior all my wants, How pleasing is the task? Nor less to praise him when he grants Beyond what I can ask.
My lab’ring spirit vainly seeks To tell but half the joy; With how much tenderness he speaks, And helps me to reply.
Nor were it wise, nor should I choose Such secrets to declare; Like precious wines their taste they lose Exposed to open air.
But this with boldness I proclaim, Nor care if thousands hear; Sweet is the ointment of his name, Not life is half so dear.
And can you frown, my former friends, Who knew what once I was; And blame the song that thus commends The man who bore the cross.
Trust me, I draw the likeness true, And not as fancy paints, Such honor may he give to you, For such have all his .