Because there is so much grace

Jesus I long for Thee
And sigh for Canaan's shores
Thy lovely face to see
And all my warfare o'er
Here billows break upon my breast
And brooding sorrows steal my rest

I pant, I groan, I grieve
For my untoward heart
How full of doubts I live
And full of grace Thou art
What poor returns I make to Thee
For all the mercy shown to me

John Berridge 1750