|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|