First Line: Whom have I, Lord, in heaven but Thee?,

Whom have I, Lord, in heaven 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 winepress 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 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 !

3 Though 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 !
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 !

4 Though 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 through death's cold shade,
Christ for me ! Christ for me !