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:
I have Christ! What want I more?

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?

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?

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

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?

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?

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?

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

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?