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.
Yes, let it go! one look from Thee Will more than make amends For all the losses I sustain Of honour, riches, friends.
Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, How worthless they appear, Compared with Thee, my sovereign Lord, Supremely high and dear!
Saviour of souls, should I from Thee A single smile obtain, Though destitute of all things else, I’ll glory in my gain.
Benjamin Beddome, 1717-95