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 I absolutely pray. Whatever else Thy will withholds, Here grant me to succeed: O let thyself my portion be, And I am blest indeed! Less than thyself will not suffice My comfort to restore: More than thyself I cannot have; And Thou canst give no more. Loved of my God, for Him again With love intense I burn; Chosen of Thee e'er time began, I choose Thee in return. Whate'er consists not with Thy love, Oh, teach me to resign; I'm rich to all the intents of bliss, If Thou, O God! art mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WORKING MAN'S SONG by JOHN STUART BLACKIE THE FAR BLUE HILLS by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE THE BOROUGH: LETTER 4. SECTS AND PROFESSIONS IN RELIGION by GEORGE CRABBE |