True Happiness

I

Fix my heart and eyes on thine!
What are other objects worth?
But to see thy glory shine
Is a heaven begun on earth:
Trifles can no longer move⁠—
Oh, I tread on all beside
When I feel my Saviour’s love,
And remember how he died!

II

Now my search is at an end,
Now my wishes rove no more!
Thus my moments I would spend,
Love and wonder and adore:
Jesus, source of excellence!
All thy glorious love reveal;
Kingdoms shall not bribe me hence
While this happiness I feel.

III

Take my heart, ’tis all thine own,
To thy will my spirit frame;
Thou shalt reign, and thou alone,
Over all I have or am:
If a foolish thought shall dare
To rebel against thy word,
Slay it, Lord, and do not spare,
Let it feel thy Spirit’s sword.

IV

Making thus the Lord my choice,
I have nothing more to choose
But to listen to thy voice,
And my will in thine to lose:
Thus, whatever may betide,
I shall safe and happy be;
Still content and satisfied,
Having all in having thee.