My God, my life, my love!

To thee, to thee I call;

I cannot live if thou remove,

For thou art all in all.

[Thy shining grace can cheer

This dungeon where I dwell:

'Tis paradise when thou art here;

If thou depart, 'tis hell.]

[The smilings of thy face,

How amiable they are!

'Tis heav'n to rest in thine embrace,

And no where else but there.]

[To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss

They sit around thy gracious throne,

And dwell where Jesus is.]

[Not all the harps above

Can make a heav'nly place,

If God his residence remove,

Or but conceal his face.]

Nor earth, nor all the sky,

Can one delight afford,

No, not a drop of real joy,

Without thy presence, Lord.

Thou art the sea of love

Where all my pleasures roll,

The circle where my passions move,

And center of my soul.

[To thee my spirits fly

With infinite desire;

And yet how far from thee I lie!

Dear Jesus, raise me higher.]