My Lord, How Full of Sweet Content

My Lord

how full of sweet con­tent;

I pass my years of ban­is­hment!

Where’er I dwell

I dwell with Thee

In Heav­en

in earth

or on the sea.

To me re­mains nor place nor time;

My coun­try is in ev­ery clime;

I can be calm and free from care

On any shore

since God is there.

While place we seek

or place we shun

The soul finds hap­pi­ness in none;

But with a God to guide our way

’Tis eq­ual joy

to go or stay.

Could I be cast where Thou are not

That were in­deed a dread­ful lot:

But re­gions none re­mote I call

Secure of find­ing God in all.