Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Who is this loved one in distress
Who travels through the wilderness,
And pressed with sorrows and with sins,
On her belovèd Lord she leans?
This is the bride of Christ our God,
Bought with the treasures of His blood;
And all her supplications there
Picture each saint in tender prayer.
O let my name engraven stand,
My Jesus, on Thy heart and hand:
Seal me upon Thine arm, and wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
Stronger than death Thy love is known,
Which many floods could never drown;
And hell and earth in vain combine
To quench a fire so much divine.
Till Thou hast brought me to Thy home
Where fears and doubts can never come,
Let me Thy count’nance often see
As daily I draw near to Thee.