Fix my heart and eyes on Thine!

What are other objects worth?

But to see Thy glory shine,

Is a heaven begun on earth:

Trifles can no longer move,

Oh, 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.