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Filled with all the fullness of God.
O Lord, I would delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.
2 When all created streams are dried,
Thy fullness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy name!
3 No good in creatures can be found,
But what is found in thee:
I must have all things and abound
While God is God to me.
4 O that I had a stronger faith,
To look within the vail—
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail.
5 He who has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide:
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?
6 O Lord, I cast my care on thee;
I triumph and adore:
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.