185    S.M.     Isaac Watts
God all in all. Ps. 16. 11; 73. 25

1 My God, my Life, my Love,
  To thee, to thee I call,
  I cannot live if thou remove,
  For thou art all in all.

2 [Thy shining grace can cheer
  This dungeon where I dwell;
  ’Tis paradise when thou art here;
  If thou depart, ’tis hell.]

3 [The smilings of thy face,
  How amiable they are!
  ’Tis heaven to rest in thy embrace,
  And nowhere else but there.]

4 [To thee, and thee alone,
  The angels owe their bliss;
  They sit around thy gracious throne,
  And dwell where Jesus is.]

5 [Not all the harps above
  Can make a heavenly place,
  If God his residence remove,
  Or but conceal his face.]

6 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
  No, not a drop of real joy,
  Without thy presence, Lord.

7 [Thou art the sea of love,
  Where all my pleasures roll;
  The circle where my passions move,
  And centre of my soul.]

8 [To thee my spirits fly,
  With infinite desire;
  And yet how far from thee I lie;
  Dear Jesus, raise me higher.]