What's this poor world to me,
Jesus, my Lord ?
I'm ever missing Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.
I long Thy face to see,
And evermore to be,
Joy of my heart, with Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.

Oh, it would be sad indeed,
Jesus, my Lord,
And oft my heart would bleed,
Jesus, my Lord,
But that Thy footprints dear,
Mark all the desert drear,
Through which I journey here,
Jesus, my Lord !

Bright shines the star of hope,
Jesus, my Lord.
Lighting the pathway up,
Jesus, my Lord.
Soon shall the glorious day
Chase all the night away,
Then Thou shalt have full sway,
Jesus, my Lord.

Sovereign Thou shalt be owned,
Jesus, the Lord.
Once in derision crowned,
Jesus, the Lord.
God's hand shall crown Thy brow,
Then every knee shall bow,
Every tongue own that Thou
Only art Lord.

Though time shall cease to be,
As saith Thy Word,
Still through eternity
Thou wilt be Lord;
And while its ages roll,
Life of my ransomed soul,
My being all control,
Jesus, my Lord. H. McD.