" Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable gift."

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?"

By a lonely, dying woman,
Stretched upon a garret-floor;
Having not one earthly comfort,-
" I have Christ! what want I more ?"

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?"

But her words will live forever;
I repeat them o'er and o'er.
God delights to hear me saying,-
"I have Christ ! what want I more ?"

Oh, my dear, my fellow-sinner!
High and low, and rich and poor,
Can you say with deep thanksgiving,-
" I have Christ! what want I more?"

Look away from earth's attractions,
All earth's joys will soon be o'er;
Rest not, till each heart exclaimeth,-
" I have Christ! what want I more?"

M. J. W.