184. Christ is all

1 I stood beside a dying bed,
Where a sweet infant drooped his head,
Waiting for Jesus’ call;
I marked his smile, ‘twas sweet as My;
And as his spirit passed away,
He whispered, “Christ is all.”

All in all, All in all,
He whispered, “Christ is all;”
All in all, All in all,
He whispered, “Christ is all.”

2 I saw the martyr at the stake,
And not fierce flames his faith could shake,
Or death his soul appall;
I asked him whence such strength was given,
He looked triumphantly to heaven,
And answered, “Christ is all.” [Refrain]

3 I saw the gospel herald go
To Afric’s sand and Greenland’s snow,
To save from Satan’s thrall;
Nor hope nor life he counted dear;
‘Midst wants and perils owned no fear;
He felt that Christ was all. [Refrain]

4 Then come to Jesus—come today;
“Come,” Father, Son, and Spirit say;
The Bride repeats the call;
Come, He has blood for all your stains;
Come, He has balm for all your pains,
Come, He is all in all. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: I stood beside a dying bed
Title: Christ is all
Author: Anon.
Publication Date: 1884
Refrain First Line: All in all, All in all
Tune Information
Name: [I stood beside a dying bed]
Composer: W. A. Williams