2.
POor Men seek after Wealth,
Bondmen seek Liberty.
The Sick cry out for Health,
All seek Prosperity.
Nothing seek I but Christ;
He alone pleaseth me.
Let the World say what they will
Jesus my Choice shall be.
3.
Fond Lovers long full sore
Their Mistress Eyes to see.
Discarded Courtiers crave
In Princes Grace to be.
No want, no woe feel I
If I Enjoy but thee.
Thou only art, and shalt
My only Comfort be.
4.
Some weary out themselves
In ways of Vanity.
Some follow painted Flies
Thro' Fields of Misery
Some in the Mouths of Men
Place their Felicity.
Such trifles I contemn
Jesus for Love of thee.
5.
Some sail thro' surging Seas
In daily Jeopardy;
Hazarding Life and Limbs
To be Enrich'd thereby.
Some toil at home therefore.
I by possessing thee
Have all they have and more,
Come Jesus then to me.
