1 And must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord for thee?
It is but right since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.
2 Yes, let it go--one look from thee
Will more than make amends,
For all the losses I sustain
Of credit, riches, friends.
3 Ten thousand worlds, then thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compared with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!
4 Savior of souls, could I from thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I'd glory in my gain.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799