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 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss:
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.
3 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
4 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford--
No, not one drop of real joy
Without thy presence, Lord.
5 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll;
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #775