(Jeanne Marie Guyon)
(1648 – 1717)
I love my God, but with no love of mine,
For I have none to give;
I love thee, Lord, but all that love is thine
For by thy life I live.
I am as nothing, and rejoice to be
Emptied and lost and swallowed up in thee.
Thou, Lord, alone, art all thy children need
And there is none beside;
From thee the streams of blessedness proceed;
In thee the blest abide,
Fountain of life and all-abounding grace,
Our source, our center and our dwelling-place!