All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet, how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still mine own.
3 Know, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do and bear.
4 Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father’s smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;