WITH all my heart, in truth, and passion strong, I love Thee; both in solitude and throng Thy name's with me, alone I shall not bide: My friend art Thou, though others from me glide. My lamp art too: my light shall never fade, Nor shall my foot e'er slip, by Thee upstayed. They little knew who have despised me so, That shaming me doth cause my pride to glow. O Fountain of my life, I'll bless Thee aye, And sing Thy praises, O my song, alway! |