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...AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER [DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES TO A TEAPOT by JOANNA BAILLIE PENTRIDGE BY THE RIVER by WILLIAM BARNES |