Thou only sovereign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty friend, –
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
Whither, ah! whither shall I go,
A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe,
One glimpse of happiness afford?
Eternal life thy words impart,
On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.
Let earth’s alluring joys combine,
While thou art near, in vain they call;
One smile, one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.
Thy name my inmost powers adore,
Thou art my life, my joy, my care:
Depart from thee – ’tis death, ’tis more,
’Tis endless ruin, deep despair.
Low at thy feet my soul would lie,
Here Safety dwells, and Peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.
Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, no. 167 (all six stanzas); Poems, 1780, vol. 1, pp. 54-5; MS, Steele Collection, Angus Library, Regents Park College, STE 3/1/1 no. 24; also Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 1, pp. 69-70.