And must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord for Thee?
It is but right since Thou hast done
Much more than this for me.
Yes, let it go—one look from Thee
Will more than make amends,
For all the losses I sustain
Of credit, riches, friends.
Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compared with Thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!
Savior of souls, could I from Thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I’d glory in my gain.