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.
2  Yes, let it go! one look from Thee
    Will more than make amends
For all the losses I sustain
    Of honour, riches, friends.
3  Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
    How worthless they appear,
Compared with Thee, my sovereign Lord,
    Supremely high and dear!
4  Saviour of souls, should I from Thee
    A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
    I’ll glory in my gain.
Benjamin Beddome, 1717-95