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Fix my heart and eyes on thine!
What are other objects worth?
But to see thy glory shine,
Is a heav’n begun on earth:
Trifles can no longer move,
O, I tread on all beside,
When I feel my Saviour’s love,
And remember how he died.
Now my search is at an end,
Now my wishes rove no more!
Thus my moments I would spend,
Love, and wonder, and adore:
Jesus, source of excellence!
All thy glorious love reveal!
Kingdoms shall not bribe me hence,
While this happiness I feel.
Take my heart, ’tis all thine own,
To thy will my spirit frame;
Thou shalt reign, and thou alone,
Over all I have, or am:
If a foolish thought shall dare
To rebel against thy word,
Slay it, LORD; and do not spare,
Let it feel thy Spirit’s sword.
Making thus the LORD my choice,
I have nothing more to choose,
But to listen to thy voice,
And my will in thine to lose:
Thus, whatever may betide,
I shall safe and happy be;
Still content and satisfied,
Having all, in having thee.
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