1 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?"
"I have Christ—what want I more?"

Refrain:
"I have Christ—what want I more?"
"I have Christ—what want I more?"
"I have Christ—what want I more?"

2 By a sick and dying woman,
Stretched upon a garret floor;
Having not one earthly comfort,
"I have Christ—what want I more?"
"I have Christ—what want I more?" [Refrain]

3 He who heard them ran to fetch her
Something from the world’s great store;
It was needless—died she saying,
"I have Christ—what want I more?"
"I have Christ—what want I more?" [Refrain]

4 But her words will live for ever;
I repeat them o’er and o’er;
God delights to hear me saying,
"I have Christ—what want I more?"
"I have Christ—what want I more?" [Refrain]

5 Oh! my dear, my fellow-sinners,
Young and old, and rich and poor,
Can you say, with deep thanksgiving,
"I have Christ—what want I more?"
"I have Christ—what want I more?" [Refrain]

6 Look away from earth’s attractions;
All earth’s joys will soon be o’er:
Rest not till your heart exclaimeth
"I have Christ—what want I more?"
"I have Christ—what want I more?" [Refrain]