My Lord, in whose presence I live

1 My Lord! in whose presence I live,
Whose favour alone I desire;
To whom all the hopes I conceive,
With ardent devotion aspire;
How pleasant is all that I meet!
From fear of adversity free.
I find even sorrow made sweet,
Because 'tis assign'd me by thee.

2 Transported I see thee display
Thy riches and glory divine;
I have only my life to repay,
To thee this best gift I resign.
Thy will is the treasure I seek,
For thou art as faithful as strong;
There let me, obedient and meek,
Repose myself all the day long,

3 My spirit and faculties fail;
O finish what grace has begun!
Destroy what is sinful and frail,
And dwell in the soul thou hast won!
Dear theme of my wonder and praise,
I cry, who is worthy as Thou!
I can only be silent and gaze;
'Tis all that is left to me now.

4 Oh glory, in which I am lost,
Too deep for the plummet of thought!
On an ocean of Deity toss'd,
I'm swallow'd, I sink into naught.
Yet lost and absorb'd as I seem,
I chant to the praise of my King;
And though overwhelm'd by the theme,
Am happy whenever I sing.

Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #425