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XLV. My God, my life, my love

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 one 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 center of my soul.

8 To thee my spirits fly
With infinite desire:
And yet haw far from thee I lie!
Dear Jesus, raise me higher.

Text Information

• First Line: My God, my life, my love
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition
• Notes: Tune: NORWICH

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