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“The chiefest among ten thousand.” Song. 5. 10

A. M. Toplady                    C.M.

1
Compared with Christ, in all beside
 No comeliness I see;
 The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
 Is to be one with thee.

2
The sense of thy expiring love,
 Into my soul convey;
 Thyself bestow, for thee alone,
 My All in all, I pray.

3
Less than thyself will not suffice
 My comfort to restore;
 More than thyself I cannot crave,
 And thou canst give no more.

4
Loved of my God, for him again
 With love intense I’d burn;
 Chosen of thee ere time began,
 I choose thee in return.

5
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.