Elsewhere not a thought bestowing,
Now I quit the paths I trod;
Stranger now to worldly pleasure,
Here I lay not up my treasure,
Hid my life with Christ in God.
This the lot I would inherit;
Let my heart, and soul, and spirit
In Thy service, Lord, be bowed;
Thine henceforth, O blessed Saviour,
May I, in my whole behaviour,