My everlasting All,
I’ve none but Thee in heav’n above,
Or on this earthly ball,
Or on this earthly ball.
And this inferior clod!
There’s nothing here deserves my joys,
There’s nothing like my God,
There’s nothing like my God.
And health, and safe abode;
Thanks to Thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God,
But they are not my God.
If once compared to Thee!
Or what’s my safety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me,
Or all my friends to me.
And called the stars my own,
Without Thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone,
I were a wretch undone.
And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of Thy grace,
And I desire no more,
And I desire no more.
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