MY Lord, my life, my love, To Thee, to Thee I call: I cannot live, if Thou remove, For Thou art All-in-all.
The smilings of Thy face, Such happiness they are! ’Tis Heaven to rest in Thine embrace, And nowhere else but there.
Not all the earth or sky, Can one delight afford; No fleeting touch of deeper joy, Without Thy presence, Lord.
Thou art the source of love Whence all my pleasures flow; The sphere in which my interests move, And all my hopes below.
To Thee my feelings fly With infinite desire; And yet, how far from Thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748