I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ.@Philippians 3:8

Mary J. Walker (1816–1878).

Letha H. Sims (🔊 pdf nwc).

In the heart of London city,
’Mid the dwellings of the poor,
These bright golden words were uttered,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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I have Christ! what want I more?
I have Christ! what want I more?
I have Christ! what want I more?

By a sick and dying woman,
Stretched upon a garret floor;
Having not one earthly comfort,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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He who heard them ran to fetch her
Something from the world’s great store;
It was needless—died she saying,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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But her words will live for ever;
I repeat them o’er and o’er;
God delights to hear me saying,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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Oh! my dear, my fellow-sinners,
Young and old, and rich and poor,
Can you say, with deep thanksgiving,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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Look away from earth’s attractions;
All earth’s joys will soon be o’er:
Rest not till your heart exclaimeth
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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