O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be,
To dedicate myself to Thee!
To Thee, my God, to Thee!
Whate’er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy;
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fix’d on Thee
On Thee, my God on Thee!
Thy glorious eye pervadeth space,
Thou’rt present, Lord, in every place,
And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee
To Thee, my God, to Thee!
Renouncing every worldly thing,
Safe, ‘neath the covert of Thy wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in Thee,
In Thee, my God, in Thee!
-Oberlin
