1. 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!

2. I envy not the rich their joys,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
I covet not earth’s glitt’ring 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!

3. 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!

4. 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!

5. 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!