My God, my Saviour, sweet to be

My God, my Saviour, sweet to be
Dependent every hour on Thee!
Amid life's bitterness, — how sweet
Thy loving-kindnesses to meet!

Sweet to hold converse with Thee, Lord!
And hear Thee answer by Thy word;
Thy love in all my life to trace,
And live that life — the child of grace.

To feel the very light and glow
Of heaven's own gladness here below,
And drink those sparkling streams, whose rills
Rise 'mid the everlasting hills!

None, walking as Thy Word hath taught,
Have ever sought, and found Thee not,
Or brought to Thee a single care
Thou didst not either take or share.

My God, my Saviour, grant that I
May with Thee live, and in Thee die!
'Tis all my spirit asks, but less
Thou know'st would not be happiness.