Classic Poem

I.

Let earthly minds feed on a dream,
And make an empty sound their theme,
Jesus shall dwell upon my tongue,
His dying love shall be my song.

II.

His name deserves my heart and voice,
This is the name makes me rejoice,
Nor dare I boast another name,
Therefore this Christ shall be my theme.

III.

Was I to speak of joys above,
This Jesus is their sea of love;
Or if I tell of joys below,
This Christ is all the soul can know.

IV.

Should I of wisdom think to tell,
There's none but what in him doth dwell;
Or speak of beauties here I'm charm'd,
While others all appear deform'd.

V.

If I am ask'd to tell his name,
It's LOVE ; his nature is the same;
Goodness he is a boundless sea,
And loves that goodness to display.

VI.

He loves to help the vile and poor;
He spreads his love at ev'ry door;
He takes delight to raise the dead.
And fill the hungry souls with bread.

VII.

This is the Christ I would adore,
Whose love hath neither bound nor shore;
But O his worth I ne'er can tell,
If on the theme I ever dwell.

VIII.

Yet I so much have felt his name,
It shall forever be my theme;
But lost in wonder I shall be,
Long as I sail the boundless sea.