I Have Christ!

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?

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?

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?

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?

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?

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?