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My God and my all.
While thou, O my God, art my help and defender,
No cares can o’erwhelm me, no terrors appall:
The wiles and the snares of this world will but render
More lively my hope in my God and my all.
2 Yes; thou art my refuge in sorrow and danger;
My strength when I suffer; my hope when I fall;
My comfort and joy in this land of the stranger;
My treasure, my glory, my God, and my all.
3 To thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without ceasing,
Though grief may oppress me or sorrow befall;
And love thee, till death, my blest spirit releasing,
Secures to me Jesus, my God and my all.
4 And when thou demandest the life thou hast given,
With joy will I answer thy merciful call;
And quit thee on earth, but to find thee in heaven—
My portion for ever, my God and my all.
W. Young.