THE good I have is from Christ’s stores supplied: The ill is only what He deems is best; He for my Friend, I’m rich with nought beside, But poor without Him, though of all possessed. Changes may come, I to them all resign, Content while I am His, and He is mine.
While here, alas! I know but half His love, Just half discern Him, and just half adore; But when I meet Him in the realms above, I then will love Him fully, praise Him more; I’ll feel and tell, amid the choir divine, How fully I am His, and He is mine.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847