A jealous lover art Thou, oh my God,
Asking my all from me;
Is it too much to give? Can I refuse
This all to Thee?
I cannot trust myself, for while I say,
All that I have is Thine,
There may be hidden in my inmost heart
Something yet mine.
I may be clinging though I know it not,
To some long-cherished joy;
I may be clasping, with a childish heart,
Some childish toy.
I would not have it thus! I would let go
Of every outward thing,
That I with empty hands, my dearest Lord,
To Thee may cling.
Thou art enough to satisfy my heart;
Long years have taught me this,
Take all, but leave Thyself, I cannot ask
A greater bliss.
I just love that bolded part. It is a great visual picture, reminding us to look at all we hold dearly and not let anything crowd out our love for Christ.