1 My heart is fixed, eternal God,
Fixed on thee;
And my unchanging choice is made,
Christ for me.
He is my prophet, priest and King,
Who did for me salvation bring,
And while I’ve breath I mean to sing:
Christ for me.
2 Let others boast of heaps of gold,
Christ for me.
His riches never can be told,
Christ for me.
Your gold will waste and wear away,
Your honours perish in a day,
My portion never can decay,
Christ for me.
3 In pining sickness or in health,
Christ for me.
In deepest poverty or wealth,
Christ for me.
And in that all-important day,
When I the summons must obey,
And pass from this dark world away,
Christ for me.
4 At home, abroad, by night, by day,
Christ for me.
Where’er I speak, or sing, or pray,
Christ for me.
Him first and last, him all day long,
My hope, my solace, and my song,
I’ll send the ringing cry along:
Christ for me.
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First Line: | My heart is fixed, eternal God |
Author: | Richard Jukes (1804-67) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The gospel: Witness |