Whom have I, Lord, in heaven but Thee?
In that blest place, who could there be
But Thou alone,
And there for me?
But here on earth my restless heart
Has often sought another part
Than Thee alone,
And all for Thee.
But who the longings deep can tell
That in the human bosom dwell?
None, Lord, but Thou,
Thou knowest well.
And still in Thine unwearying grace,
Within this heart Thou seek'st the place
Which Thou canst fill,
And Thou alone.
Then, Jesus Lord, so let it be,
My heart is satisfied with Thee,
With none but Thee,
And Thee alone. W. S.
"How can I be turning my heart to the joys of one, and the sorrows of another, unless I am living close to Christ and getting my heart filled with Him instead of self?"