I Know That I Shall Never See

My life entire I would not see
so pure a love as on Thy tree
To You alone my worship be:
"Of all my loves my best is Thee!"

Peerless One, my King, my God, He
Who by His blood has ransomed me
Your gift has made my song to be:
"Of all my loves my best is Thee!"

To death, to grave, I owe no fee
Your gift of life has made me free
My praise to You will ever be:
"Of all my loves my best is Thee!"

I would not Thy true service flee
nor be of pain or torment free
if on my lips would cease to be:
"Of all my loves my best is Thee"

Hard by death's door I would not plea
for one more hour of earthly glee
could at its knell my comfort be:
"Of all my loves my best is Thee!"

And when at last I walk Your lea
and praise You by Your crystal sea
my joyous psalm shall ever be:
"Of all my loves my best is Thee!"