Text: | The Believers ALL |
Author: | Toplady |
1 Compar'd with Christ, in all beside
No comeliness I see;
The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.
2 The sense of thy expiring love
Into my soul convey:
Thyself bestow; for thee alone
My ALL IN ALL I pray.
3 Less than thyself will not suffice,
My comfort to restore:
More than thyself I cannot crave;
And thou canst give no more.
4 Lov'd of my God, for him again
With love intense I'd burn:
Chosen of thee e'er time began,
I'd chuse thee in return.
5 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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First Line: | Compar'd with Christ, in all beside |
Title: | The Believers ALL |
Author: | Toplady |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | The Christian Life |