1 Though all the world my choice deride,
Yet Jesus shall my portion be;
For I am pleased with none beside;
The fairest of the fair is He.
2 Sweet is the vision of Thy face,
And kindness o'er Thy lips is shed;
Lovely art Thou, and full of grace,
And glory beams around Thy head.
3 Thy sufferings I embrace with Thee,
Thy poverty and shameful cross;
The pleasures of the world I flee,
And deem its treasures only dross,
4 Be daily dearer to my heart,
And ever let me feel Thee near;
Then willingly with all I'd part,
Nor count it worthy of a tear.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Though all the world my choice deride |
| Publication Date: | 1865 |
| Notes: | Public Domain |
| Tune Information | |
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| Name: | WILLIAMS |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Key: | D Major |
| Source: | Arranged from "Templi Carmina" |