LET me be with Thee where Thou art, My Saviour, my eternal rest! Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest.
Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Thy unveiled glory to behold; Then only will this wandering heart Cease to be faithless, treacherous, cold.
Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where spotless saints Thy name adore; Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more.
Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where none can die, where none remove; Where life nor death my soul can part From Thy blest presence and Thy love.
Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871