My one and my all, and my joy, and my rest.
How were Mary’s thoughts devoted
Her eternal joy to find,
As intent each word she noted,
At her Saviour’s feet reclined!
How kindled her heart, how devout was its feeling,
While hearing the lessons that Christ was revealing;
For Jesus all earthly concerns she forgot,
And all was repaid in that one happy lot.
Thus my longings, heavenward tending,