October 17-22, 2014

 

My life entire I would not see
so pure a love as on Thy tree
To You alone my worship be:
“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

Peerless One, my King, my God, He
Who by His blood has ransomed me
Your gift has made my song to be
“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

To death, the grave, I owe no fee
Your gift of life has made me free
My praise to You will ever be:
“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

I would not Thy true service flee
nor be of pain or torment free
if on my lips would cease to be:
“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

Hard by death’s door I would not plea
for one more hour of earthly glee
could at its knell my comfort be
“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

And when at last I walk Your lea
and praise You by Your crystal sea
my joyous psalm shall ever be
“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”