229. This Causeth Pain and Grieveth Me

1. This causeth pain and grieveth me,
That I cannot so much love Thee
As I have oft desired;
The more I love, the more I see,
Dear Savior, that I ought love Thee,
As daily I'm inspired.
Let me
From Thee
Now inherit
Thy good Spirit,
Gently flowing,
Love shall then in me be glowing.

2. This, Lord, alone, so it is meet,
Shall make my gladness here complete,
To love Thee ever dearer;
I love to strive to please Thee well,
To do what Thy clear Word doth tell,
By love to bring Thee nearer;
Till I
Here die,
Leave with gladness
This earth's sadness,
With Thee waken
And all trials have forsaken.