570.
[Thou know'st what Thou to me hast done]
Go back again: for what have I done to thee?
—xix. 20.
Thou know'st what Thou to me hast done,
Thou hast my carnal soul pass'd by,
And after Thee I swiftly run,
Thy resolute disciple I,
Wrapp'd in a covering from above,
Caught by the mantle of Thy love!
Thy dying love my heart constrains:
My all for Thy dear sake I leave,
Participate my Saviour's pains,
And with the Man of Sorrows grieve,
Accept Thine every state below:
But back from Thee I cannot go.
