Isaac Watts - Hymn 93Isaac Watts - Hymn 93
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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.]
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