I love my Lord, but with no love of mine,

I love my Lord, but with no love of mine, For I have none to give; I love my Lord, but all the love is Thine, For by Thy love I live. I am as nothing, and rejoice to be Emptied, and lost, and swallowed up in Thee.

Thou, Lord, alone, art all Thy children need, And there is none beside; From Thee the streams of blessedness proceed, In Thee the bless'd abide. Fountain of life, and all-abounding grace, Our source, our center, and our dwelling place.