Classic Poem

When Thy smile, serene and bright,
Floods my homeward path with light,
Open, Lord, mine eyes to see;
“Whom have I on earth but Thee?”

In affliction's darkest cloud,
To the dust with anguish bow'd,
Let me plead confidingly;
“Jesu, whom have I but Thee?”

In the shadowy vale of death,
Be my last and labouring breath,
“Flesh and heart are failing me:
Whom, Lord, have I now but Thee?”

Jordan past, how sweet the song!
Canaan won, how bright the throng!
Lord, through all eternity,
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?