Isaac Watts
Hebron
My God, my life, my love!
To Thee, to Thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove
For Thou art all in all

Nor earth, nor all the sky
Can one delight afford
No, not a drop of real joy
Without Thy presence, Lord

Thou art the sea of love
Where all my pleasures roll
The circle where my passions move
And center of my soul