I HAVE CHRIST WHAT WANT I MORE?

In the heart of London city, 
Mid the dwellings of the poor,
These bright golden words
were uttered:

CHORUS
I have Christ! What want I more?
I have Christ! What want I
more?
I have Christ! What want I
more?
I have Christ! What want I
more?

Spoken by a lonely woman,
Dying on a garret floor;
Having not one earthly comfort:
I have Christ! What want I more?

Oh, her words will live forever;
I repeat them o’er and o’er;
God delights to hear me saying,
I have Christ! What want I more?

Oh, my dear, my fellow sinners,
High and low, and rich and poor;
Can you say, with deep
thanksgiving,
I have Christ! What want I more?

Look away from earth’s attractions,
All it\'s joys will soon be o’er;
Trust Him now, and say with
gladness:
I have Christ! What want I more?