My Lord, how full of sweet con­tent;
I pass my years of ban­is­hment!
Where’er I dwell, I dwell with 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 are not,
That were in­deed a dread­ful lot:
But re­gions none re­mote I call,
Secure of find­ing God in all.