Soul, wilt thou this one thing find thee? Seek it in no earthly end; Leave all Nature far behind thee, High above the world ascend: For where God and man both in one are united, With God’s perfect fulness the heart is delighted; There, there is the worthiest lot and the best, My one and my all, and my joy, and my rest. How were Mary’s thoughts devoted, Her eternal joy to find, As intent each word she noted, At her Saviour’s feet reclined: How kindled her heart, how devout was its feeling, While hearing the lessons that Christ was revealing; For Jesus all earthly concerns she forgot, And all was repaid in that one happy lot. Thus my longings, heav’nward tending, Jesu, rest alone on Thee; Help me, thus on Thee depending, Saviour! come and dwell in me: Although all the world should forsake and forget Thee, In love I will follow Thee, ne’er will I quit Thee; For Jesus, both spirit and life is thy word, And is there a joy which Thou dost not afford? Wisdom’s highest noblest treasure, Jesu! lies conceal’d in Thee; Grant that this may still the measure Of my will and actions be: Humility there and simplicity reigning, My steps shall in wisdom for ever be training; Oh! if I of Christ have this knowledge divine, The fulness of heavenly wisdom is mine. Christ, Thou art the sole oblation That I’ll bring before my God; In his sight I’ve acceptation Only through thy streaming blood: Immaculate righteousness now I’ve acquired, Since Thou on the tree of the Cross hast expired; The robe of Salvation for ever is mine, In this shall my faith through eternity shine. Let my soul, in full exemption, Wake up in thy likeness now; Thou art made to me redemption, My sanctification Thou. What though all through life in good works I had striven, For thy sake alone my reward should be given: Oh! let me all perishing pleasures forego, And thy life, O Jesus! alone let me know. Where should else my hopes be centred? Grace o’erwhelms me with its flood; Thou, my Saviour, once hast enter’d Holiest heaven through thy blood: Eternal redemption for sinners there finding, From hell’s dark dominion my spirit unbinding, To me perfect freedom thy entrance has brought, And childlike to cry, “Abba, Father,” I’m taught. Christ Himself, my Shepherd, feeds me, Peace and joy my spirit fill; In a pasture green He leads me Forth beside the waters still: Oh! nought to my soul is so sweet and reviving, As thus unto Jesus alone to be living; True happiness this, and this only supplies, Through faith on my Saviour to fasten my eyes.