Text: | God all, and in all |
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 heav'n 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 heav'nly 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.]
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First Line: | My God, my life my love |
Title: | God all, and in all |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |