Thou life with­in my life, than self more near,
Thou veil­èd pre­sence in­fin­ite­ly clear,
From all il­lus­ive shows of sense I flee,
To find my cen­ter and my rest in Thee.

Below all depths Thy sav­ing mer­cy lies,
Through thick­est gloom I see Thy light arise,
Above the high­est hea­ven Thou art not found
More sure­ly than with­in this earth­ly round.

Take part with me against those doubts that rise
And seek to throne Thee far in dist­ant skies!
Take part with me against this self that dares
Assume the bur­den of these sins and cares!

How can I call Thee who art al­ways here,
How shall I praise Thee who art still most dear,
What may I give Thee save what Thou hast giv­en,
And whom but Thee have I in earth or Heav’n?