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.