Compar'd with Christ, in all beside
No comeliness I see;
The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.
The sense of thy expiring love
Into my soul convey:
Thyself bestow; for thee alone
My All in All I pray.
Less than thyself will not suffice,
My comfort to restore:
More than thyself I cannot crave;
And thou canst give no more.
Lov'd of my God, for him again
With love intense I'd burn:
Chosen of thee e'er time begun,
I 'd choose thee in return.
Whate'er consists not with thy love,
O teach me to resign:
I'm rich to all th'intents of bliss
If thou, O God, art mine.
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