Abide In Me, And I In You

By Amos Russel Wells

My heart lies open to Thy sun
As roses to the day;
Thy flooding graces overrun
Along the shining way.
I yield my weary life to Thee
With passive lowliness,
As empty channels to the sea
Where eager surges press.
As waiting wires are strangely filled
By swift electric force;
As wintry, barren fields are thrilled
From life’s triumphant source;
As air, and light, and heat rush in
Where doors are open wide,
O Saviour, to my soul of sin
Come, enter, and abide!
And now with strengthening mercy fed,
O Thou creative Christ!
Not all Thy meat nor all Thy bread
Has happily sufficed.
Transported by Thy graciousness,
That Thou wilt dwell in me,
My wakened powers boldly press
Henceforth to dwell in Thee!
For Thou art more than I can know
Within my narrow bound
And I to Thy far heights would go,
Thy deepest depths would sound
With kindling eye and fervent heart
I leave my little home
In all Thy deeds to have a part,
On all Thy ways to roam.
Out on the largeness of Thy mind
My daring thoughts expand;
In Thy wide reaches unconfined
I compass sea and land,
I do not faint, I do not fear,
On tireless wings I glide,
And height is home, and far is near,
When I with Thee abide!