"Oh! Thou by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide;
My Lord! how full of sweet content,
_I pass my years of banishment_.
"All scenes alike engaging prove,
To souls impressed with sacred love;
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee,
In Heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
"To me remains nor place nor time,
My country is in every clime,
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
"While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
"Could I be cast where Thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.
"My country, Lord, art Thou alone;
No other can I claim or own;
The point where all my wishes meet,
My law, my love; life's only sweet.
"I love my God, but with no love of mine,
For I have none to give;
I love thee, Lord; but all the love is thine,
_For by thy life I live_.
I am as nothing, and rejoice to be
Emptied, and lost, and swallowed up in thee.
"Thou, Lord, alone, art all thy children need,
And there is none beside;
From thee the streams of blessedness proceed;
In thee the bless'd abide.
Fountain of life, and all-abounding grace,
Our source, our centre, and our dwelling-place."