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.\

-- Madame Guyon  (Net Hymnal)