
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art;
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only the first in my heart,
O Sovereign of Heaven, my treasure Thou art.
~ Translation: Mary Byrne, 1905
~ Versified: Eleanor Hull, 1912















