“The chiefest among ten thousand.” Song. 5. 10
A. M. Toplady C.M.
Compared with Christ, in all beside
No comeliness I see;
The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.
The sense of thy expiring love,
Into my soul convey;
Thyself bestow, for thee alone,
My All in all, I pray.
Less than thyself will not suffice
My comfort to restore;
More than thyself I cannot crave,
And thou canst give no more.
Loved of my God, for him again
With love intense I’d burn;
Chosen of thee ere time began,
I choose thee in return.
Whate’er consists not with thy love,
O teach me to resign;
I’m rich to all the intents of bliss,
If thou, O God, art mine.