John Newton 7,7,7,7 True happiness. Fix my heart and eyes on thine! What are other objects worth? But to see thy glory shine, Is a heav'n begun on earth: Trifles can no longer move, O, I tread on all beside, When I feel my Saviour's love, And remember how he died. Now my search is at an end, Now my wishes rove no more! Thus my moments I would spend, Love, and wonder, and adore: Jesus, source of excellence! All thy glorious love reveal! Kingdoms shall not bribe me hence, While this happiness I feel. Take my heart, 'tis all thine own, To thy will my spirit frame; Thou shalt reign, and thou alone, Over all I have, or am: If a foolish thought shall dare To rebel against thy word, Slay it, LORD; and do not spare, Let it feel thy Spirit's sword. Making thus the LORD my choice, I have nothing more to choose, But to listen to thy voice, And my will in thine to lose: Thus, whatever may betide, I shall safe and happy be; Still content and satisfied, Having all, in having thee. |