Christ for Me

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!