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 redeeming love Into my soul convey; Thyself bestow, for thee alone, My All-in-all, I pray. Less than myself will not suffice My comfort to restore; More than thyself I can not crave, And thou cans't give no more. Loved of my God, for him again, With love intense I'd burn; Chosen of thee ere time began, I'd choose thee in return.