I Will Take Joy in the God of My Slavation

"Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds' feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places."

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;

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.

Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true Word;

I ever with thee and Thou with me, Lord.

Thou my great Father, I thy true son;

Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight; 

Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;

Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my High Tower:

Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,

Thou my Inheritance, now and always:

Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,

High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory one, 

May I reach Heaven's joys, O bright Heaven's Sun!

Heart of my own Heart, whatever befall ,

Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.