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Compared 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 redeeming 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 can not crave,
E'en Thou can'st give no more.
Loved of my God, for Him again
With love intense I'd burn;
Chosen of Thee ere time began,
I'd choose Thee in return.
Whate'er consists not with Thy love,
Oh, teach me to resign;
I'm rich to all intents of bliss,
If Thou, O God, art mine.
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