Verse 1
When, dearest Lord, when shall it be,
That I shall find my all in thee;
The fulness of thy promise prove,
The seal of thine eternal love!

Verse 2
A poor, blind child I wander here
If haply I may feel thee near,
O dark, dark, dark (I still must say)
Amidst the blaze of gospel-day.

Verse 3
Thee, only thee I fain would find,
I cast the world, and flesh behind,
Thou, only thou to me be given
Of all thou hast in earth or heaven.

Verse 4
All earthly comforts I disdain,
They shall not rob me of my pain,
Or make me senseless of my load,
Or less disconsolate for God.

Verse 5
Rather let all the creatures take
Their miserable comforts back,
With every vain relief depart,
And leave me to my broken heart.

Verse 6
Leave me, my friends, the mourner leave,
For God, and not for you I grieve;
My weakness, O ye strong, despise,
My foolish ignorance, ye wise.

Verse 7
Let all my Father’s children be
Still angry, still displeas’d with me,
Disclaim, dishonour, and disown:
I would be poor, forlorn, alone.

Verse 8
A child, a fool, a thing of nought,
Abhor’d, neglected, and forgot,
Contemn’d, abandon’d, and distrest
Till I from mortal man have ceas’d.

Verse 9
When from the arm of flesh set free,
Jesu, my soul shall fly to thee:
Jesu, when I have lost my all,
My soul shall on thy bosom fall.

Verse 10
When man forsakes, thou wilt not leave,
Ready the outcasts to receive,
Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to thee are known.

Verse 11
Ah! Wherefore did I ever doubt?
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
An helpless soul that comes to thee
With only sin and misery.

Verse 12
Lord, I am sick; my sickness cure:
I want; do thou enrich the poor:
Under thy mighty hand I stoop,
O lift the abject sinner up!

Verse 13
Lord, I am blind; be thou my sight:
Lord, I am weak, be thou my might:
An helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thee.