940    C.M.     Augustus Toplady
“The chiefest among ten thousand.” Song. 5. 10

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.