Capo 1
[C]Be Thou my Vision, O [F]Lord of my [C]heart;
[G]Naught be all else to me, [F]save that Thou [G]art.
[F]Thou my best Thought, by [C]day or by [F]night,
[C]Waking or sleeping, Thy [F]presence my [C]light.
[C]Be Thou my Wisdom, and [F]Thou my true[C] Word;
[G]I ever with Thee and [F]Thou with me, [G]Lord;
[F]Thou my great Father, [C]I Thy true [F]son;
[C]Thou in me dwelling, and [F]I with Thee [C]one.
[C]Riches I heed not, nor [F]man’s empty [C]praise,
[G]Thou mine Inheritance, [F]now and al[G]ways:
[F]Thou and Thou only, [C]first in my [F]heart,
[C]High King of Heaven, my [F]Treasure Thou [C]art.
[C]High King of Heaven, my [F]victory [C]won,
[G]May I reach Heaven’s joys, [F]O bright Heaven’s [G]Sun!
[F]Heart of my own heart, what[C]ever be[F]fall,
[C]Still be my Vision, O [F]Ruler of [C]all.
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