O Thou who in love to my soul,
Thy blood as a ransom hast given
That an end might be brought to the dole
That me without respite had riven.
I will praise Thee as long as I live,
Of Thee shall my song be for ever;
For nothing the creature can give
My life from my Saviour shall sever.
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?
Thou canst not on earth have a rival:
When all things forgotten shall be
In my heart Thy love must have survival.
Were the wealth of this world made my own,
And here mine existence made endless,
Without Thee my lot were but lone,
Poor, wretched, forsaken, and friendless.
And what, Lord, were heaven to Thee?
And what were the kingdom eternal?
Hadst Thou been compelled to leave me
In the fetters of forces infernal?
Thou shalt see of the sorrowful travail
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