It is Our Highest Pleasure, to Love Him Beyond Measure

John Newton (italics mine):

Shall men pretend to pleasure,

Who never knew the Lord,
Can all the worldling's treasure
True peace of mind afford!
They shall obtain this jewel

In what their hearts desire,
When they by adding fuel
Can quench the flame of fire.

Till you can bid the ocean,

When furious tempests roar,'

Forget its wonted motion,
And rage and swell no more;

In vain your expectation
To find content in sin,
Or freedom from vexation,
While passions reign within.

Come turn your thoughts to Jesus,

If you would good possess
Tis he alone that frees us
From guilt and from distress:

When he by faith is present
The sinner's troubles cease;

His ways are truly pleasant,

And all his paths are peace

Our time in sin we wasted,

And fed upon the wind;
Until his love we tasted,
No comfort could we find:
But now we stand to witness

His power and grace to you;
May you perceive its fitness,
And call upon him too!

Our pleasure and our duty,

Though opposite before
Since we have seen his beauty,
Are join'd to part no more:
It is our highest pleasure,

No less than duty's call,
To love him beyond measure,

And serve him with our all.