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Hymn 93

My God, my life, my love! To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all.

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

[The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heav'n to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.]

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

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

Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord.

Thou art the sea of love Where all my pleasures roll, The circle where my passions move, And center of my soul.

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