All But Christ, The Wondrous Secret,
He, The Blessor, Fills My Soul;
Like A Watered Garden Keeps It
In His Precious, Sweet Control.

All But Christ I’ve Freely Given,
He Is All My Heart Could Crave;
For In Him Are Stores Of Wisdom,
He Alone Has Power To Save.

All But Christ, My Soul Adorning,
His Own Life Overspreading Mine,
Like A Lustrous Summer Morning,
When The Sun O’er All Doth Shine.

All But Christ I’ve Freely Given,
I’m In Him To Hide Away;
He’s In Me For Exaltation,
While In This Vain World I Stay.

All But Christ, The Pearl Of Treasures,
All I Leave That I May See Him,
The Source Of Life And Pleasures,
Living, Reigning Here In Me.

All But Christ, My Heart Is Singing,
Singing Forth My Happy Lay;
I Rejoice While Wholly Living
In His Presence Every Day.

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