"Whom have I in heaven but You?
And I have no delight or desire on earth but You."
(Psalm 73:25)
Thou Life within my life, than self more near,
Thou veiled 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 heavens Thou are not found
More surely than within this earthly round.
Take part with me against these doubts that rise
And seek to throw Thee far in the distant skies;
Take part with me against this self that dares
Assume the burden of these sins and cares.
How shall I call Thee who are always here?
How shall I praise Thee who are still most dear?
What may I give Thee save what Thou has given,
And whom but Thee have I in earth or heaven?
"Thou Life Within My Life"
(1871)
Eliza Scudder
(1821-1806)
American writer, poetess,
and hymn writer
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