Whom have I, Lord, in Heav’n but Thee?
None but Thee! None but Thee!
And this my song thro’ life shall be,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
He hath for me the wine-press trod,
He hath re­deemed me by His blood,
And re­con­ciled my soul to God,
Christ for me! Christ for me!

I en­vy not the rich their joys,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
I covet not earth’s glit­ter­ing toys,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Earth can no last­ing bliss be­stow,
Fading is stamped on all be­low;
Mine is a joy no end can know,
Christ for me! Christ for me!

Tho’ with the poor be cast my lot,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
He knoweth best—I mur­mur not,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Tho’ vine and fig tree blight as­sail,
The labor of the ol­ive fail,
And death o’er flocks and herds pre­vail,
Christ for me! Christ for me!

Tho’ I am now on hos­tile ground,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
And sin be­set me all around,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Let earth her fierc­est bat­tles wage,
And foes against my soul en­gage,
Strong in His strength I scorn their rage,
Christ for me! Christ for me!

And when my life draws to its close,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Safe in His arms I shall re­pose.
Christ for me! Christ for me!
When sharp­est pains my frame per­vade,
And all the pow­ers of na­ture fade,
Still will I sing thro’ death’s cold shade,
Christ for me! Christ for me!