One gift, my God, I seek;
To know Thee al­ways near;
To feel Thy hand, to see Thy face,
Thy bless­èd voice to hear.

Where’er I go, my God,
Oh, let me find Thee there!
Where’er I stay, stay Thou with me—
A pre­sence ev­ery­where.

And if Thou bring­est peace,
Or if Thou bring­est pain,
But come Thy­self with all that comes,
And all shall go for gain.

Long list­en­ing to Thy words,
My voice shall catch Thy tone,
And, locked in Thine, my hand shall grow
All lov­ing like Thine own.