Lord, When I All Things Would Possess

Lord, when I all things would possess,
I crave but to be Thine;
O lowly is the loftiness
Of these desires divine.Each gift but
helps my soul to learn
How boundless is Thy store;
I go from strength to strength, and yearn
For Thee, my Helper, more.How can my soul divinely soar,
How keep the shining way,
And not more tremblingly adore,
And not more humbly pray?The more I triumph in Thy gifts,
The more I wait on Thee;
The grace that mightily uplifts
Most sweetly humbleth me.The heaven where I would stand
My lowly love shall see,
And stronger grow the yearning sweet,
O Holy One! for Thee.