1 My God, my life, my love, To thee, to thee I call, I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all.
2 [Thy shining grace can cheer, This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, 'tis hell.]
3 [The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.]
4 [To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.]
5 [Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face.]
6 Nor earth nor all the sky Can one delight afford; No not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord.
7 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll, The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul.
8 [To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher!]