Music by C. H. Forrest, words by Albert B. Simpson and Ada A. Whiddington
Not I, but Christ, be honored, loved, exalted;
Not I, but Christ, be seen, be known, be heard;
Not I, but Christ, in every look and action;
Not I, but Christ, in every thought and word.
Oh, to be saved from myself, dear Lord,
Oh, to be lost in Thee,
Oh, that it may be no more I,
But Christ that lives in me.
Not I, but Christ, to gently soothe in sorrow;
Not I, but Christ, to wipe the falling tear;
Not I, but Christ, to lift the weary burden!
Not I, but Christ, to hush away all fear.
Not I, but Christ, in lowly, silent labor;
Not I, but Christ, in humble, earnest toil;
Christ, only Christ! No show, no ostentation!
Christ, none but Christ, the gatherer of the spoil.
Christ, only Christ, ere long will fill my vision,
Glory excelling, soon, full soon, I'll see;
Christ, only Christ, my every wish fulfilling,
Christ, only Christ, my all in all to be.