Hymn 93

God all, and in all. Psa.

73:25

My God, my life, my love!
To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

[Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell:
'Tis paradise when thou art here;
If thou depart, 'tis hell.]

[The smilings of thy face,
How amiable they are!
'Tis heav'n to rest in thine embrace,
And no where else but there.]

[To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.]

[Not all the harps above
Can make a heav'nly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.]

Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford,
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.

Thou art the sea of love
Where all my pleasures roll,
The circle where my passions move,
And center of my soul.

[To thee my spirits fly
With infinite desire;
And yet how far from thee I lie!
Dear Jesus, raise me higher.]