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          1. One thing's needful; Lord this treasure 
          Teach me highly to regard; 
          All else, though it first give pleasure, 
          Is a yoke that presses hard. 
          Beneath it the heart is still fretting and striving, 
          No true, lasting happiness ever deriving. 
          The gain of this one thing all loss can requite 
          And teach me in all things to find true delight. 
        2. Wilt 
          thou find this one thing needful, 
          Turn from all created things 
          Unto Jesus and be heedful 
          Of the blessed joy He brings. 
          For where God and Man both in one are united, 
          With God's perfect fulness the heart is delighted; 
          There, there is the worthiest lot and the best, 
          My One and my All and my Joy and my Rest. 
        3. How were 
          Mary's thoughts devoted, 
          Her eternal joy to find 
          As intent each word she noted, 
          At her Savior's feet reclined! 
          How kindled her heart, how devout was its feeling, 
          While hearing the lessons that Christ was revealing! 
          For Jesus all earthly concerns she forgot, 
          And all was repaid in that one happy lot. 
        4. Thus 
          my longings, heavenward tending, 
          Jesus, rest alone on Thee. 
          Help me, thus on Thee depending; 
          Savior come and dwell in me. 
          Although all the world should forsake and forget Thee, 
          In love I will follow Thee, ne'er will I quit Thee. 
          Lord Jesus, both spirit and life is Thy Word; 
          And is there a joy which Thou dost not afford? 
        5. Wisdom's 
          highest, noblest treasure, 
          Jesus, lies concealed in Thee; 
          Grant that this may still the measure 
          Of my will and actions be, 
          Humility there and simplicity reigning, 
          In paths of true wisdom my steps ever training. 
          Oh, if I of Christ have this knowledge divine, 
          The fulness of heavenly wisdom is mine. 
           
          6. Naught have I, O Christ, to offer 
          Naught but Thee, my highest Good. 
          Naught have I, O Lord, to proffer 
          But Thy crimson-colored blood. 
          Thy death on the cross hath Death wholly defeated 
          And thereby my righteousness fully completed; 
          Salvation's white raiments I there did obtain, 
          And in them in glory with Thee I shall reign. 
        7. Let my 
          soul, in full exemption, 
          Wake up in Thy likeness now; 
          Thou art made to me Redemption, 
          My Sanctification Thou. 
          Whatever I need for my journey to heaven, 
          In Thee, O my Savior, is unto me given; 
          Oh, let me all perishing pleasure forego, 
          And Thy life, O Jesus, alone let me know. 
        8. Where 
          should else my hopes be centered? 
          Grace o'erwhelms me with its flood; 
          Thou, my Savior, once hast entered 
          Holiest heaven through Thy blood. 
          Eternal redemption for sinners there finding, 
          From hell's dark dominion my spirit unbinding, 
          To me perfect freedom Thy entrance has brought, 
          And childlike to cry, "Abba, Father, " I'm taught. 
        9. Christ 
          Himself, my Shepherd, feeds me, 
          Peace and joy my spirit fill; 
          In a pasture green He leads me 
          Forth beside the waters still. 
          Oh, naught to my soul is so sweet and reviving 
          As thus unto Jesus alone to be living; 
          True happiness this, and this only, supplies, 
          Through faith on my Savior to fasten mine eyes. 
        10. Therefore 
          Thou alone, my Savior, 
          Shalt be All in all to me; 
          Search my heart and my behavior, 
          Root out all hypocrisy. 
          Restrain me from wandering on pathways unholy 
          And through all life's pilgrimage keep my heart lowly. 
          This one thing is needful, all others are vain; 
          I count all but loss that I Christ may obtain.   |