In the heart of Lon­don ci­ty,
’Mid the dwell­ings of the poor,
These bright gold­en words were ut­tered,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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I have Christ! what want I more?
I have Christ! what want I more?
I have Christ! what want I more?

By a sick and dy­ing woman,
Stretched upon a gar­ret floor;
Having not one earth­ly com­fort,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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He who heard them ran to fetch her
Something from the world’s great store;
It was need­less—died she say­ing,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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But her words will live for ev­er;
I re­peat them o’er and o’er;
God de­lights to hear me say­ing,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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Oh! my dear, my fellow-sin­ners,
Young and old, and rich and poor,
Can you say, with deep thanks­giv­ing,
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

Refrain

Look away from earth’s at­tract­ions;
All earth’s joys will soon be o’er:
Rest not till your heart ex­claim­eth
I have Christ—what want I more?
I have Christ—what want I more?

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