Whom have I, Lord, in heaven but Thee?

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R. George Halls

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Whom have I, Lord,in heaven but Thee? Though I am now on hostile ground,
None but Thee! None but Thee! Christ for me! Christ for me!
And this my song through life shall be: And sin beset me all around,
Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me!
He hath for me the winepress trod, Let earth her fiercest battles wage,
He hath redeemed me “by His blood” And foes against my soul engage,
And reconciled my soul to God: Strong in His strength, I scorn their rage:
Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me!

I envy not the rich their joys: And when my life draws to its close,
Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me!
I covet not earth’s glittering toys: Safe in His arms I shall repose,
Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me!
Earth can no lasting bliss bestow, When sharpest pains my frame pervade,
“Fading” is stamped on all below; and the powers of nature fade,
Mine is a joy no end can know: Still will I sing through death’s cold shade,
Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me! Christ for me!

Though with the poor be cast my lot:

Christ for me! Christ for me! R. George Halls
“He knoweth best,”— I murmur not:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Though “vine” and “fig-tree” blight assail,
The “Labour of the olive fail,”
And death o’er flock and herd prevail,
Christ for me! Christ for me!

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