Thou art my shelter, shelter, loving Lord,
The bread on which I feed,
My rock with living water stored—
For ever be Thy name adored,
My soul can know no need.
Yea, Thou art everything to me,
Star of the morning bright.
Thy love, declared in death I see,
Thy glory and Thy victory
In resurrection might.
Thou hast the Father’s name declared,
The Father’s love hast shown,
And I Thy heavenly voice have heard,
Thy powerful life-imparting word
My inmost soul has known,
What is the garish world to me—
Its tinsel and its joys?
Thy glory and Thy grace I see,
My soul is satisfied with Thee,
And earth no more annoys.