173. Long Did I Toil, and Knew No Earthly Rest

6-10s.
1
Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;
 
Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
 
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
 
Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come;
 
With Him I found a home, a rest divine,
 
And I since then am His, and He is mine.
2
The good I have is from His stores supplied;
 
The ill is only what He deems the best;
 
He for my friend, I'm rich with naught beside;
 
And poor without Him, though of all possessed.
 
Changes may come; I take, or I resign;
 
Content, while I am His, while He is mine.
3
While here, alas! I know but half His love,
 
But half discern Him, and but half adore;
 
But when I meet Him in the realms above,
 
I then will love Him better, praise Him more,
 
And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine,
 
How fully I am His, and He is mine.