To hear Thy dictates, and obey.
What is my being, but for Thee,—
Its sure support, its noblest end?
'Tis my delight Thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.
I would not sigh for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
'Tis to my Saviour I would live—